In the end
Is what you ask yourself
I want performance!
But how can you have performance when you have absolutely no Process?
Human Potential is not a game
It’s a hidden secret
If we were to know it
We would run at every beckoning
Avail the discipline
Shoehorn into the Process
Process equals Progress
But isn’t this our demise?
We were never athletes of Human Potential
Just spectators
Randomly showing glimmers of happiness
But never consistent
Yet we are selfish
We want something despite the Truth
We want it all
It will never happen
Nor should it
In the end
Is what you ask yourself…
In the end…
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