Regular Poem: Goals

29 Apr

too many goals can choke a person
even little ones
like grass in a flower bed
(well not exactly like grass
because in that simile
the goals are the grass so
overgrowing a flowerbed would be good
because you’d have all goals
and flowers are just pretty weeds
anyway
right)
anyway what i was saying
was that having too many goals
can overextend a person
use all the wind on the
small sails
and then the big sail
is flopping alone with nothing
(maybe that’s not the best
metaphor either
i don’t know
thing one
about sailing)
regardless
i’m just going to
focus on
being able to make a decent pancake
and then maybe i’ll move on to my next life goal

One Response to “Regular Poem: Goals”

  1. thelastthingido1 20 May 2015 at 8:12 AM #

    I really like your sense of humor, and this made me laugh. It’s like you tried to do it straight, but then you gave up and decided to still be awesome, but in a different way 🙂

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