Goals

Written by Jacob Ibrag

He walked towards the mirror,

staring at the face in front of him.

Goals ever so shifted, the people

expected more from a soul so gifted.

‘He’ll save the world from itself,’ they

proclaimed as the boy became a man.

‘Far from prophecy,’ the man found

himself serving in government.

 Slapping brisk water onto his skin.

Breathing out, breathing in. Choice.

 ‘That’s all I have, good or bad.’ He

clenches his eyes shut,  praying

that he made that right one.

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Photographer Unknown