Anyway
Every morning is a treble of a try.
Stuck in the mud of a thought,
Can’t get lost,
But I do it anyway.
Understanding Can be a curse,
As we nurse,
the deeper wounds of why,
We let it hurt.
Is it to feel; anything?
Thus we are playing,
The riveting game,
Where pain is the main claim,
To change;
It hurts; indescribably.
Keep up, look up,
Good job, good luck,
Okay, uh huh,
Thank you.
That’s enough.
I do it anyway.
One Motive
to Love.
I will not stop, chasing
places that change me,
And it pains me to say
I will pay the toll it takes,
So that I can, Love;
Anyway.
Every morning is a treble of a try.
Stuck in the mud of a thought,
Can’t get lost,
But I do it anyway.
Understanding Can be a curse,
As we nurse,
the deeper wounds of why,
We let it hurt.
Is it to feel; anything?
Thus we are playing,
The riveting game,
Where pain is the main claim,
To change;
It hurts; indescribably.
Keep up, look up,
Good job, good luck,
Okay, uh huh,
Thank you.
That’s enough.
I do it anyway.
One Motive
to Love.
I will not stop, chasing
places that change me,
And it pains me to say
I will pay the toll it takes,
So that I can, Love;
Anyway.
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