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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 don’t know what I am holding on for Bordering on insanity Clinging to the edge I don’t 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 It’s 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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