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It comes down to this single moment Sitting here lazily on my bed Unable to decide, whether or not To feel sadness or depression Perhaps what I should be feeling is relief What I'd rather be feeling is empowerment To remain hopeful, despite the odds But I can't decide How can I be sure of how my story ends Am I to live out one of the most historical love stories of all time Which character was I meant to be A common man, bound for common love I'd rather be the uncommon man Who fights for something greater than just common love How can I be sure though Would I fight for victory or tragedy Would I be a good common man With a simple and meaningful life Or would the taste of battle never leave my tongue Making me regretful, of what could have been Common men are necessary They're the majority They keep the uncommon man alive Telling their children about great Battles of courage Battles of victory And those of failure Am I to tell my children of these stories Am "I" meant to raise the uncommon men Or did my mother raise me to be more than just the common man "I am meant for greatness" "I am uncommon" "I am hopeful, despite the odds" "My story will be worth telling" "I fight for Love"
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Foreshadowing
It comes down to this single moment Sitting here lazily on my bed Unable to decide, whether or not To feel sadness or depression Perhaps what I should be feeling is relief What I'd rather be feeling is empowerment To remain hopeful, despite the odds But I can't decide How can I be sure of how my story ends Am I to live out one of the most historical love stories of all time Which character was I meant to be A common man, bound for common love I'd rather be the uncommon man Who fights for something greater than just common love How can I be sure though Would I fight for victory or tragedy Would I be a good common man With a simple and meaningful life Or would the taste of battle never leave my tongue Making me regretful, of what could have been Common men are necessary They're the majority They keep the uncommon man alive Telling their children about great Battles of courage Battles of victory And those of failure Am I to tell my children of these stories Am "I" meant to raise the uncommon men Or did my mother raise me to be more than just the common man "I am meant for greatness" "I am uncommon" "I am hopeful, despite the odds" "My story will be worth telling" "I fight for Love"
#love#hope#courage#identity#action
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24/M/American
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
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