Motivation?
I live in a world where everything is shown.
But do we really know the known?
I wake each morning thinking of who I could be.
But who really knows who I am but me?
What gets me up and moving?
It's the thought of me losing.
I live in the world everyone claims to know,
But I know the answer is no.
This is what motivated me to get out of bed.
So that I won't be considered dead.
This poem is about:
Me