My day passes me by while I worry

In the cluster of demands and problems

No time to get everything completed

Depressed, my chances dwindle as I do my very best

Frustrated, as the end of day nears with only little getting done

Understanding now that I have to focus my attention to the most important

Long days get shorter, more gets done each day

Noon passes and I've accomplished most of everything

Eager with my new plan, depression and frustration fade away

Since being more aware, the problems I faced are gone

Success is the only thing I settle for, now nothing less.


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