My sister wrote this poem because she said she was depressed.
Got goals but losing motivation.
Got dreams but losing determination.
Got wishes but losing hope.
Got duties but losing passion.
finding zeal, fervor
in everything, losing ardor
What to do now?
Far from finish line
not even near midline
I could stop
can I stop now?
It's too late
I have started
I must go on
I couldn't regret
I have started
i shouldn't have started
but i did
so i should go on
i could only regret
struggling
cryin'
i'll keep goin
keep tryin
maybe someday i'll be flyin
no limit
gon' touch the sky