Watch your fingers slip, you're almost gone Have you grown tired of holding on? Selected lifestyle appeals until you peel away its skin And see the darkness that resides there and the pain lies within
I used to be afraid of failure, now I'm more afraid to win I guess success just ain't the best dressed; more like some big mess I'd rather be what I've been
Tell me simple words, keep it easy does Gotta put the meaning back to the place it was Only simple words I can understand Simple words for a simple man
I remember sitting, quaking, nervous on the bus And all the friends I wasn't making, "'Cause you're not one of us" I learned you can't rely on the bottom line and watch the top line too Because somewhere in the middle, someone's got it in for you
I used to be afraid of failure but now that I've finally broken through The little boy that you used to pick on is picking up on you
poem created (9/25/2019)
summary/ purpose :/ to shine light on a beautiful poem written by a beautiful man (not me). Showcasing simple words.