To look deep within yourself, and using what you learn;
Will make you a better person, regardless of how the tables turn.
However, looking into your soul can make you run and flee;
Because peace and happiness is not all that you could see.
Once I had made this realization, to me it had become clear;
Life is a miracle, a power given for me to steer.
But what if my opportunity never happens to appear?
And I continue dreaming of zenith while stuck at the nadir.
Past that, what is it that I dream of?;
Fast cars, big house, or perhaps simply just love.
But that idea is strange and foreign, at least it is to me;
I wonder, is my game of life meant for single player only?
I won’t start complaining, and I’m not about to weep;
But these awful thoughts persist, on my mind they prey and reap.
If you’re anything like me, then this might strike you deep;
How am I supposed to dream when I can’t even get to sleep?
- Author: The Altruistic Psychopath (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2017 00:38
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
Comments1
I really dig this, especially that last line.
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