A poem I wrote about the pressure of being something greater than yourself |
For each step I make trying to progress something negative pulls me back making sure i don't succeed in my life mission whatever it may be but at the moment these demons are winning as the root of all evil gots a death grip around me its hard maintaining a family and planning my next step in life when my pockets are flat but I manage to breath barely hanging in there but this fog of stress surrounding me is weighing me down holding myself together from going crazy reminding myself how many are depending on me but its to much for me tears come to my eyes when I realize this but im not a quitter to walk away what kind of man would I be what message would I send letting people know when the odds are against me im ready to be gone without a care I would rather die knowing I tried my hardest than be alive knowing I could have done more but I chose to be selfish can not imagine myself doing that so I sit burning a square and wait my destination whatever it maybe success or failure I am man enough to accept it time is my only enemy in this hectic life |