Sometimes when you think life is going to end,
You pull yourself back up again,
Only to be thrown back down,
Lost in the hectic ways of a frown,
It happens too much,
Wishing for things you can’t touch,
Goals that seem too high,
All other opportunities pass right by,
I don’t know what all life’s junk means,
But no one does it seems,
But there is one thing I know for sure,
One thing you need to do or your vision will become a blur,
Follow your heart for what you believe in,
Wishing for things is not a sin,
Who cares what other people think?
If you do you will forever sink in your unfaithfulness in yourself, forever to sink.
