It’s unknown
Of your expiration
In a blink of an eye
One minute you here
The next you gone
So stop complaining
You haven’t even tried your best
Yet you pointing your finger
Towards everyone
Except the true culprit
Lack of inspiration
Having no drive
Afraid of success
Avoiding the strenuous climb
To stand for something
Or be someone better
To get out your head
To follow your desires
Just bidding time
Making excuses for why
Today
Is not the day
To accomplishing
Your dreams
Procrastination
Mixed with laziness
To avoid reaching for things
When it is arms length from you
Afraid to step up
To the plate
Because you may fail
Stop making excuses
You must swing and miss
To gain your experience
Get your rythym going
Build your stamina
Use your unlimited
Strikes until you get it right
You are playing the world series
Of your life
With a set number of innings
Playing again and again
Increasing your chances

To win your dreams
Each day a reset
When you rise again
Stop thinking
Your game is unlimited
There are no bargains or pleading
For more than
What you have been offered
There is no special treatment
When death is calling
It’s in the fine print
Of your contract
The redos in this life
Will eventually stop
So start taking advantage
It’s time to get yourself
In the game
Fight for yours
Before your countdown
Gets to zero

-Yellowbonewonda

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