One can easily be lulled
By the sameness of each day
Into lethargy.
The challenge is to break
The numbing, unchanging,
With imagination.
To soar on dreams that define
A pathway from the valley,
So desirable;
To execute the steps that lead
Inevitably toward the prize
Is commendable.
Few are meant to stand
On accolades so dear
In adoration
As the toil of dreary sameness
Is replaced by the fire
Of passion.
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