Quitter

After a long journey of a few kilometres

I stop to rest and lay down as I await for hours

Then did sleep come like a thief and stole my consciousness

Soon, I see myself at this door labelled Quitters

But why am I here? What does this mean?

I walk in and I see a lot of individuals, kings and queens

This place is more advanced than the real world

Flying cars, robots, advanced shuttles, cures to deadly viruses

But the sign said Quitters, so why is the place so beautiful?

Then something happened, something I would never forget

I met a man so old and yet so young

I asked him why this place was so advanced

He said the inventors of the various inventions were once human

They once craved for their inventions to be noticed

But they lacked something, Motivation

They all needed someone to motivate them towards greatness

but no one listened to their plea or paid attention

this led them to quit and bury their dreams and hopes

TOTAL HOPELESSNESS

I was stunned to hear such pain in spoken words

As I attempted to touch these inventions

I realized it was in a holographic contraption

For they never materialized, so it never existed

I cried alot, because I could only imagine

If the world never cared about just money

If the world never cared about status

If the world never cared about one's race

If the world never cared about personal benefit

Millions of idea would have materialized

Millions of ideas would have been born

Quitters aren't as dumb as the world thinks

Quitters are minds that were never motivated

I woke up from this dream, feeling perplexed

Like is a bedrock of ideas

And so if someone comes up with an idea, motivate him

But if you don't, well, what can I say?

I'm just a guy with a pen and surreal imagery