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The Thought

If these are the days
Where the glory arrives
And the sun shines
Upon my life, to help it grow
Then I quit …
 
The days I look up
I only see the clouds …
A ray of false hope
Teasing my mind …
Making it think
“A better day to come”
Try to persue the dream
That you have created, but never achieved
… not yet .. not now … maybe tomorrow
 
Haunting echoes, haunting shadows
maybe if I did that .. or this
maybe just maybe
What if I failed,
what if I took the wrong path
Why is it we think 24 hours will change everything
What makes us believe
What makes us deceive, ourselves …
Into chasing those who arent the ones
Chasing things not ment to be
 
If these are the days
Where the glory arrives
And the sun shines
Upon my life, to where I’m suppose to achieve
I surrender …
 
To the life of nothingness
To where I walk a path, already traveled
Over and over
By those who surrendered
The life of the loser …
The life of the drunk …
The life of the quitter …
You do not choose, you do not achieve
You do not fight, you succumb
To the flow of the river …
You follow the pack without thought
 
The pain from the failure …
Like a million fists, constantly hitting
Never ending, the assault
On your confidence, on your goal
 
If these are the days
Where the glory arrives
And the sun shines
Upon my life ……
 
I just don’t know …
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