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Again with the venting (Free verse) by hobojo
I used to think life was going to make sense one day
And all my efforts would pay off
And all the terror that happened to me
Would end, and I would coast for a little while
I thought that if I kept fighting, kept holding on
That I would make it, that I would leave it all behind
I keep meeting wonderful people
People who beat the odds
I keep meeting people who screw up
And they keep getting that break
I donât know what I am holding on for
Bordering on insanity
Clinging to the edge
I donât know what I am trying to achieve
By holding on to this
I thirst
Talentlessly
For the stars
Beyond my grasp
And the tears flow
endlessly
For I will never reach
A one
And again
I ask myself
Why do I hold on
For I know why we are here
But not why we choose to stay
If only some are capable
Of achievements so great
Why do some keep searching
Rather than turn out the light
Itâs hard to be thankful
For the little that we have
When so many others have much less
The other side of that spectrum
The other side of my gloom
The end I see
That would satisfy
Is a just and even field
Where all who dream
Can achieve
And all who choose
Can set sail
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