The goal is clear, mocks me from afar,
Guides my actions, like the North Star.
Can I exchange the dream? Have I traded too low?
Should I burst like a nova, or keep burning slow?
The passion is apparent, makes me come alive,
Every step of the journey, I give myself a high five.
Energy invested here, could it other parts drain?
Should I hoard the thunder, or let it pour and rain?
The persistence is astonishing, I've walked a mile long,
To abandon at this juncture, on many levels, is so wrong.
Could I dig a different place, where my efforts will bear fruit?
Is calling out the sunk cost fallacy, to myself, a bit rude?
If you insist, I'll reassess, but I know I'll stay the course,
This work is so important, that for all lives I'll endorse.
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