I reach down in the deepest parts of what I call my mind
And grab the only thing that keeps me afloat...my pride.
Sometimes I feel, at self, to self, to walk alone on a path
Chosen not for me by someone watching my every move.
I had an opportunity to reach, but I slipped and fell
Into the eternal blanket of shame and sorrow.
Trust in me not to rise to the top, but administer
And apply a boost or prayer to find my way to where I
Belong again where I'm currently now.
Superficial dreams of me not wanting to fail causes
Too many a fluctuations on whether or not I'll make it there.
Foot by foot, I take my chances on not failing once more,
therefor I can't take losing again.
I'm risking nothing for everything and vice versa.
You think you know my soul but you have no idea.
When does this end,
When things stop to begin to thrive off being so damn difficult in this reality?
15 feet in the sky we call the air and not a care in the world or universe,
On if I tumble or not back to the soil.
Expressing myself through a tunnel of awakening just for me,
Bound to a boulder strapped to my spine and at my bare feet are
Shackled to a hand from hell itself, pulling my very essence down in a hole.
I'm in this alone but it can't be that complex to use a
Crowbar or a piece of my own life force to break free.
Either I sacrifice my own body as know as my outer shell to reach the top
And be remembered forever more,
Or I fail and be forgotten forever less without proof of living or achievement.
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