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My first step in, my emotions are dead
Yet my mind has goals to overcome
My fingertips ready to begin
Tingling with excitement
With an unknown beginning
Starting out strong
but slowly losing my rhythm
My eyes staring at a computer
But my eyes visioning a dream
Of what my future will lead
A quick snap takes me back
Question ask and I’m annoyed
Yet i’m intrigued to know more
I find myself lost in time
My eyes turn and stare at the time
Noticing that more than seconds have gone by
I realize that my time has been shortened
Yet I want to strengthen my connection
However its weakening my process
To overcome these goals
I look back to say one last thing
Not a second to think
Words start rushing
from the back of my mouth to the tip of my tongue
“Shut up Victor”
Finally, I can begin this journey
to conquer my goals.

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