The Struggle

Hmm, the question is my friend. Am I going to make it through. When I sit here late a night crying, the music comes out. Can you help me through or am I going to push through. I am going to struggle to the top of the pile, I am going to sit on the mountain that I created and look down with pride. I am going to get everything handed to me, laying out in front of me to pick the breadcrumbs of my future. They say forget all that, you are never going to make it; your dreams are no ones reality. You are stuck in a past, and are in a circle. I broke out of the at ring long ago, why can’t you see through your blind eyes of childhood to see where I have gone now. I am there, I have always been, and will continue to be. I want so much, I crave so much, and I need so little. How to get there, can I put more work into my pursuit. I am going to find what I am happy with, won’t I. My life is like a movie, kinda like your movie. We flow and move together in such harmony, the movement of one. There will always be the protagonist that eats away at everything we have ever worked for, but we out run. We are always running, never stopping. Tired, we are tired, but that doesn’t stop us. We want love, we want a hug. We need nothing, and will receive nothing. We will work at everything we are given, we will work for everything we are given. I will never look back, only remember history.