Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Chest clutching; breaths are harder.
Is this how it feels to get a little older?
Uncertainty creeps around every corner,
but it's time now to get a little bolder.
Thoughts keep racing through my brain
then others add their own two cents.
And all I want is to try and stay sane
while projecting the saneness to you,
but with influences it's hard to maintain.
I want to do right every single time.
When I trip I feel like I must've failed.
It's hard to remember mistakes are fine
so long as I learn from their lessons
and realize that these mistakes are mine.
Life is no storybook; the ending's unclear,
but it's up to you to keep trying. For you'll
never know success unless you persevere.
It's a simple choice we choose to complicate:
Happiness or for our failures a constant tear
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