• Never that strong

    When the weight of life bears down upon my back,

    my thoughts sometimes seem to get a bit off track,

    and crawl away to the mud holes of slippery despair,

    terrified of missing out on grand desires so rare,

    forfeit the eternal struggle for hope, in the cold,

    never giving up is the only way, or so we are told,

    optimistic fairy tales, damning logic to hollow, fleeting warm,

    and trepidation from paranoia begins to swarm,

    legs bend and snap under the unbearable load,

    no longer able to traverse this rotting road,

    They say " keep up the faith, and you can survive"

    "hold your loved ones close, and have dreams to strive"

    "if you truly believe, there can be no wrong"

    forgive me, friends, for I was never that strong.