My mind slips away
in to some sort of oblivion
while wondering where the year has gone
because at times it feels
like it just wasted away,
but then I ask myself,
What more could I have possibly done?
Why do I never feel productive enough?
I set myself some lofty goals
and achieve each and every one
with down time to spare.
Yet this heart
still feels like it needs
a voice in this world
and it will always beat
with a stubborn determination
to carry out that plan,
until it's very last beat.
