How do you plan your goals?
Before a dream becomes a goal,
I weigh its shape, its weight, its soul—
Can I reach it? Is it mine?
I chart the course, I draw the line.
Each step is measured, time-aware,
With silent maps drawn in the air.
No need for eyes to watch or pry—
I keep my plans where they can’t lie.
Unless the path must intertwine,
The outline stays a thread of mine.
I walk alone, by choice, not fear,
My thoughts kept close, my vision clear.
Each milestone earns a quiet cheer—
A whispered “well done” in my ear.
For though I do not shout aloud,
I still allow myself to be proud.
My mind, a vault—each thought, a file,
Retained with an internal smile.
A private world of calm control,
Where memory and purpose scroll.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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