You know how I cope… What’s this time for? I’m not surprised in my lack of time to heel from the first. For this happens everyday but still… Maybe we could have talked more, you’ve done all you can… Made decisions for the worse at abundance— We never judged. The love was real and you could always tell. No one understood but me I saw something. Of age now, I comprehend. The struggle in your eyes disguised by a beautiful smile—my god I hadn’t saw that in awhile. Id takes your place if god was a little more generous. Inside though… Lied your story some of which we never would have known because you...
Where’s you discipline? — No one told me to be great… I envy your difference, “the better difference” Or so I believed it to be… I don’t even remember learning to ride a bike, would be surprised if I taught myself… No one was watching me, at least anyone I felt that mattered… I was alone but I grind like I’m the definition of spotlight. Where was my push? Who told me focus on this and focus on that? My future is question mark… until now I had no value, sense of direction I was getting by, Where’s my guide? My only hero abandoned me, played with my heart like a favorite toy so who do I look up to?...
I never thought it was about “being different” in this lifetime… just being yourself shall do the trick. No adaptions to surroundings so that you fit right in…with assumptions that you will only do it this once. An adaption of who you aren’t for a split second turns into an eternity of a new form adoption. It sticks with you… What’s so important about being someone you aren’t or trying so hard to be different that you lose yourself in the process? Self-evaluation can fix that I’m sure—in not specialist. Don’t be different… Be you. Where’s the intellect? It doesn’t seem to matter much anymore sadly...
You can see the journey through my eyes, Pain in my actions The wisdom in my voice... The emotions or emotionless that is— Navigated by my experiences. You can tell. I wish I were you. You had everything I wanted. You had nothing then…so now I appreciate. Every little small thing in my possession man I swear I never had nothing… Then but when the time came or come for we not there yet, But close enough to see my pay off. This hard work not easy. No crocodile tears more like Niagara. They flowed and showed the load to carry, the road to bury, hatches with minds and regrets for we all wish. "Why...
I work too hard… My dreams are realistic, so I grind, I'm in a position where losing isn’t an option— Optimism is my favorite cost. I know ups and downs, no one more than the other but I'm changing, one more than the other. It's all fun… Business aside, I love the ride even when I don't sometimes, it makes the story better, and the journey so worth it, it's the dramatics that push me, ever been down and not seeing an up? Then you made something out of nothing because faith is so powerful and you believe in the man above even though some often, he seems nowhere to be found. But he always comes around....
Who knows you better than you even when you open up? You clear with your feelings or do you just say enough? It’s ok to keep some for yourself… Not everyone has you best interest. But I’m bias— You just never know… Be smooth man though— Life will happen rather you ready or not. So to be ready is to not be ready for a specific, but to be ready to endure, adjust and make do. My thoughts are everywhere, I honestly struggle to keep them in line, I wonder if you understand, but aren’t I always. I should have given up by now… Why do I still believe? That one-day we’d connect and never fall like leaves....
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