Rushing and pushing

Foward and backwards

Trying and trying

To get ahead of the crowd

With trying comes failing

With failure comes strength

Being strong means victory

Struggles and fears

Everyday worries

Blood, sweat and tears

Where are my wings?

Going and going

And going and gone

Last chances, false glances

The last dance is done

I feel the fog lifting

But soon it will fall

Just as I once did

When my wings failed

What are wings...

But protection from pain?

What is pain...

But the consequence of blocking out your next last chance?