Lofty ideals I set myself
Whenever I falter
Foolishly believing a new dawn
Will usher in a new transformation
Make me more resolute
Still nothing seems to change
Ever planning, ever dreaming
Mere mortal
Always falling prey to temptations
A weakling I call myself
Unable to hold on to my beliefs
Imbecility breeds vacillation
And submission
Creates frustration and unhappiness
Optimism makes me take pledge anew
And the cycle continues....
