Winter is outside
Winter is inside
Its icy thorns pierce my heart
Its icy thorns pour cold in my bones
Snow hides the ground
Snow hides every thought
My mind goes deep in hiding
My mind is dormant
I can't get warm, passion has left me
I can't think it through
Procrastination is all round
Procrastination makes all fizz out
No goal is challenging
No goal is in view
Waiting for what?
Waiting to kick again
Cul de sac is where I am
Cul de sac is what I see
Motivation is missing
Motivation is gone AWOL
Hello boredom!
L.C. Bailliet
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