These days I’ve been feeling stuck
on repeat
I feel the colors of my world
slipping
The pencil is hard to push ‘cross
the sheet
Quickly, shorter my focus is
chipping
Is this all that life is supposed
to be?
Monotone beats with no sound to
pursue?
No, life must be more than dull
misery
Life is much more than just making
through
Life is the fear before stepping on
stage
And noticing the way that others
shine
Life enjoying every day that you age
And the sting of the cold on winter
nights
Life is the moments when you know
you’re whole
Life is feeling every part of your
soul
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