Like the devil, with that little but persistent voice, diverting your thoughts to a new path that leads nowhere, that little voice that eats away your ambition and brainwash you to a complete nobody; in its form it creeps into your mind, drill it’s way deep in to depreciate the value of your ideas day by day, gradually shredding them into nothingness.

Tomorrow becomes your standard vocabulary that always shows up with hopeless hope to gift you daily, giving it a chance to take over and dominate…until all the leaves on the trees dry and fall out, carrying the reminder that time waited not, not even for you, idea master. You look back and realize how much time you have wasted.

…you look behind and realize you never did it because yesterday and this morning again…you said tomorrow, not knowing that tomorrow you would cease to see another tomorrow.


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