Stale and stagnant are those who do nothing,
those who dare not to dream.
Those who desire not to achieve but to wade the waters,
waiting for something to float its way.
Half finished hopes and dreams lay broken at the feet,
all too mendable but will not be.
They are they broken promises,
the same old results.
The same old defeat.
Tomorrow is a new day,
filled with the same stale waters.