A Dream To Give Up

Every day, I give up on my dream.
So I tell myself, I shall
Try again tomorrow.
 
But tomorrow comes. Tomorrow always comes,
And, that’s the problem.

Every day, I give up on my dreams.
My dedication flares; my ambition enlightens; my legs ripen
And, into another world, I depart.
But this path. This path only prolongs
As I can no longer hear the song
Of my Will.
 
So, by the end of the day, I give up on my dream.
I can no longer spin that wheel.

Then a day passes,
Regret buries itself in me,
I peel myself off of the battlefield,
I refrain from thinking of my shameful past
But regret already buried itself in me!
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And after day after day comes and goes,
Regret is reincarnated in me
Becauseโ€”you seeโ€”I try, I try
I really do. But somehow
Every day, I give up on my dreams.
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Some say it’s human.
Some say it’s okay.
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But, I think that’s the problem.

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