Shake Off Dust

What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.

If I sat and thought,
About what it was i wanted to achieve...
None of my accomplishments,
Would have been given life to breathe.

I had been accused of doing nothing,
By those I observed doing that at their best.
And I never thought of that as a challenge for me.
So I left that to others to win that contest!

What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
With so many unlimited things to do.
To get done.

I'm not one satisfied,
To rid myself or shake off dust.
Or notice it if it should come.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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