always falling even though im standing.
pushing on like a crawl wanting to stand tall.
thinking so high but landing so low.
always falling even when the feel that we are not.
rise to the top just find your self alone an so low.
yet again we fall with out even knowing.
back again to the climb.
this time feeling like you wont fall again.
yet we reach high enough, or hit bump.
there we are falling again.
forever climbing to find our self's falling again.
this is life.
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If only a pair of slip-proof shoes would help, unfortunately they don't make those in size Life... Or Life-size... Either way great write.
Mugsdaddy
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