I wish I could change,
The station,
To my imagination,
That im stuck inside,
Asking why,
Why did I do that?
Why did I do that.
It's been an eternity,
Or so it seems,
That the only thing I can see,
Is, my mistakes,
Laid out in front of me,
I walk past them every day,
At this point all I can say,
Is tomorrow's a new day,
An everything will be okay.
Why do I do that?
Why do I lie?
Awake at night,
Stuck in my mind,
Reciting the things from behind,
Am I forced to live a life,
Of self reflection?
Or constant rejection?
I guess it's my fault,
That I've hit this emotional wall,
I feel that the only thing I do is fall.
I'm sorry
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Author:
Alvgo Winster (Pseudonym) (
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(the only way, our defeat's
in life
can actually - defeat, us
is when we surrender and stop
fighting, its sinister ill-intent...
accepting it, as some warped
notion
of inevitably, in our everyday reality
when in actuality..
the difference, between
falling
to have someone catch you
and change your trajectory of life..
and falling, flat on our face
and finding that, striking warm handed - nurse
to fuel our stuttering heart's, resurgence..
is a mere coin flip of fated, chance
in that same reality
we deem so hollow and broodingly
bleak..)
stay strong,
'fight, for this ephemeral gifted life
you've been awarded, by
that same chance
for the biggest wonder
you'll ever encounter
in your life
is the very fact, that
You, are alive
and experiencing, existence
denied
to trillions of yearning, sperms
every second..!'
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