Sonnet: High Aspirations

Of sleepless nights, of hectic days,

Of times spent staring at a parchment,

O, it’s tiring, this craze;

For my melancholy state, this is the argument.

The sun goes down, the moon comes out,

Yet I remain in the same spot.

The stress I face is what I write about,

My nerves wracked, and I distraught.

But I will pursue on my journey to success;

I will thwart any obstacles in my path;

I will foster determination and progress,

And perhaps, when I’m done, I will soak in a bath.

               For I am from hard work and dedication,

               And I will fly high to reach my aspiration.

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