We go through our lives day after day,
a synchronized routine to get us through a week.
We wake up and put our face on.
the one that is supposed to help us get through the month.
oh but the year?
Damn, that's long enough.
how is it that the worst ideas are the more entertaining ones?
how is that one can simply feel ashamed in an instance, but what they did was so predictable its over looked?
When you feel like nothing is slowly breathing down your spine, the dark deep abyss, just yearning for your soul.
How is that I keep you by my side, but when you're here, its like a hollow figure meant to keep me sane?
Thoughts,
oh how the thoughts just over run my mind,
they make the lines start to form beneath my eyes,
like many nights just thinking than for sleep.
Try to think about how many times,
laying awake,
waiting for the dreams or the nightmares to take place.
what is the meaning of life?
How is it that many people stress over everything no matter how small or big the worry,
but they end up dead in the end?
Sure, life is what you make it.
good or bad.
but what is the meaning of anything.
when there is nothing, there is something.
and without something, there is nothing.
Its an endless cycle made for the thoughts of the person to just consume them.
All the way down to the core of their soul.
"Go ahead and try to fight it,
go ahead and live forever.
the thoughts of you remain the same,
a person whose now a no name.
Go ahead and free your mind,
is it even worth your life,
try so hard to be fortunate,
when all that fortune is fake.
Go ahead and push the top person,
off their pedestal,
make them see what their hearts fear,
when they get what they want,
its with pain and suffering in between.
Go ahead and fill your soul with bitterness and sorrow.
Go ahead and try to speak the words meant for tomorrow.
Many will fall and many will rise,
that is how your life will be,
working hard for your fame,
when everyone can't even remember your name".
Why do people try?
when they reach the end of time to say they tried.
Their efforts weren't in vain.
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