my goals must always stay unobtainable.
that’s the only way they remain my goals,
‘stead they’d be called my regrets,
and such a fine line it is.
committed to their needs i struggle,
obligated for them to be my future,
not my past.
my goals are my hope,
never my anguish.
never my yesterday.
never my last.
never my past.
byron gates jr