I know the streets are dirty. I know there is rejection.
“These are the moments, this is the day.”
But your other self says no.
It summed up your commitment and it’s not holding you to it.
So you apologize to yourself.
And when you finally got around to looking directly at them, they disappeared.
Your dreams blew into the sewer – lost, maybe forever.
But you know they still exist.
Somewhere between the distractions, impulses, procrastination, and doubt.
Let’s see if we can find them.
Step off the curb, get in, and move over.
Quit sucking on the web.
Put on the flak jacket
And drive the armored car.
Push it. Feel it. Face it.
Make your dreams chase YOU.
Yes, it’s going to get real.
They will never stop growling in your ear.
They will never stop gnawing at your neck.
They will always bite the secret place inside you.
That’s where they are.
Or are they?
Crawl through here.
Come on, crawl through with me.
Follow me. Just keep moving.
No. It’s too hard.
Keep moving. Just keep going.
No. It’s too hard. And it smells really bad.
Follow me. Keep going. Keep pushing.
I can’t, I feel sick …
What’s that smell?
What is that?
WHAT IS THAT?
That is a pile of stagnating human waste.
The YOU, you have already wasted.
The YOU, you are now wasting.
Look at it.
Are your dreams in there?
Now take them and let’s get out of here.
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