Resolve

I resolved to be great, great as what I defined greatness to be, time went by, I stood still, progressing none as it seems to me, now i still hold the resolve to be great, but with the compromised definition of greatness, and it the resolve now, that i want to hold close to me.

Maybe the compromised definition is instead an improv, as i have grown and so is my definition of greatness, or is it the nonchalant side of me that wants to believe this as the truth to be, Maybe i don't want to shackle myself in the misery of remorse, as I have not stood at the pedestal where i wanted myself to be.

Here here , the resolve I am holding close to me, the hope that greatness is still within my grasp, the effort to unburden from remorse, the sword of dreams to kill the nonchalant kid, this amalgamation, if my belief is true and if it exists within me, I will conquer every endeavor,

and be as great as I've always meant to be.