I am tempted to go the easy path,
The one most traveled by.
To give up on my life's desires,
Although I don't know why.
To put down the pen,
Sacrifce the dream,
Throw away the play.
So that I may have just one,
Just one,
Nothing day.
To give up the will, the drive,
The strain,
So that I may learn to breathe.
So that I may wake at the strike of noon
And lay in bed relieved.
I'd like to not wonder to myself,
"Where has my whole week gone?"
To have the time to read,
To write,
To draft a silly song.
I used to have a social life,
Now there's no time to talk.
I used to love to run,
Now all I wish to do is walk.
All I am these current days
Is just a ticking clock.
Until I break against myself,
And then the ticking stops.
But isn't it funny how life works
When you're ready to give in?
You find the strength to run the extra mile,
Just so you may win.
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is so far and faint...
Still I proceed,
For the distant light so small and bright,
Is all I really need.
I like this feels like a story more then a poem
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