Day in and day out,
We drive ourselves,
To be better, to be great,
And yet for what?
To satisfy others?
To make us happy?
Happiness seems so distant,
When it's in perspective.
It's perplexing,
Trying to comprehend,
Who are we to decide,
What makes us, us?
Society?
The opinions of others?
We aren't made,
By things around us.
Through actions we grow,
Words fall on deaf ears,
We can say one thing,
But mean something else,
We can't be led astray,
Down a path of darkness,
To a place where,
You lose yourself,
Forget who you really are,
No matter where you are,
It will come to an end,
When you look around,
No one will be there,
You will be forgotten,
Despite that grim outlook,
Stand tall, stand proud,
Oppose the slander,
Fight the opposition,
Stand alone...
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Day in and day out,
We drive ourselves,
To be better, to be great,
And yet for what?
To satisfy others?
To make us happy?
Happiness seems so distant,
When it's in perspective.
It's perplexing,
Trying to comprehend,
Who are we to decide,
What makes us, us?
Society?
The opinions of others?
We aren't made,
By things around us.
Through actions we grow,
Words fall on deaf ears,
We can say one thing,
But mean something else,
We can't be led astray,
Down a path of darkness,
To a place where,
You lose yourself,
Forget who you really are,
No matter where you are,
It will come to an end,
When you look around,
No one will be there,
You will be forgotten,
Despite that grim outlook,
Stand tall, stand proud,
Oppose the slander,
Fight the opposition,
Stand alone...
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