I live this life
but every day i think that it cant be right
somethings missing
its the light
there is none, nothing but a haze
i cant see where im going or where ive came
its all a blur like the fog that falls over a field
i want more and more
but do less and less
i feel lost like my map has no x
just a loop around the way and im back at the begining
every day feels like a failure
its a reoccurring dream
a nightmare, the only difference is it doesnt end
is there a way if there is i havent found it
in my eyes i might as well just give it up
count my losses
bite the bullet
but then amongst all this i think
about the fallen marines before me
my dead grandmother
and my family who hasnt quit on me
and none of them have quit so neither should i
neither should anyone
times get hard but push past them
the pen and paper are my release so for that
i continue to live my dream as a US marine
