May 19, 2010
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Decayed motivation staples you to a stair,
Where you lost all ambition,
Anchored at a landing,
Sit there.

Others excel, outshine, climb,
Go up, down,
Step around,
On to futures.

Closed off, standstill, on hold,
Used-to-be friends rush past,
Brush your shoulder when passing by,
Discount your presence.

You stay, fixed, stuck,
And everyone else,
Is going somewhere,
That you are not.

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