Monday, August 7, 2017

Giving-up you must refute!

Am I so twisted, Moves, a little rusted, My directions so confused, By every sun set, left refused…
Am I so lost, Mangled in my thoughts, Exploring with a blurry sight, But all you see is I am giving up on a fight?
In all gone years, I’ve a lot yearned, Yet all uncertain of what else I could’ve earned, They say you always got what you soulfully sought, But all I hear me say is I’ve got no clue of what I ought?
To remind me I even pictured a dream on my cellphone screen, Yet, not having pursued it hasn’t made me, so far, scream, My hopelessness is only getting me to question, Is nothing capable of warranting my motion?
Am I doubting my worth, Or my place in this world? For I still know where I need to be, Then why is sanity not getting to me?
It’s a simple one-two stride, All I need is to stick to a single boat to ride, Mindless juggling and never even testing the waters, Is only leaving me with no one to cater.
Why, What and When are only questions, not answers, Eating up your time that bitch procrastination is a cancer, Expectations from others is only killing your character, It’s sensible if you walk in darkness holding a lantern.
Yet It’s only human to remain ever so twisted, Still, keep moving you must even if your walk’s a little rusted, Guided by your heart gallop, when fearing that your directions are confused, If by every sun set you are left refused, on the next morning, giving-up you must refute... Giving-up you must refute...