• "One's mind is compelled with many memories,
    One's heart is composed of many feelings,
    One's soul is hold and determined by both enemies."

    We succumb into those memories and feelings,
    We drown in the abyss of infinite sorrow.
    Letting the soul determine our fate of our tomorrow.

    Deciding to take charge, thats a problem,
    Overcoming the problem, what a mystery
    Wondering if both paths are correct.

    Starting again seems easier these days.
    A sensation that overtake our minds today.
    Using such excuse to trap our fate.

    Life is unique, no second to it.
    A road with fire yet filled with wisdom.
    Starting over meaning nothing."

    We use as excuse in life the sentence "Starting Over".
    Brings hope to those who fell, and a dilema to those who succed.
    A lie used as a reason to give meaning to something already lost.
    Having to start over to cover the truth of giving up.

    We all know words are simply words, emtpy as the abyss of hell.
    Meanings is what make them powerfull yet useless.
    Depending on their use is their definition and reason.
    Both used to disrupt a very truth hidden for years.

    When we start over, starting again when hope has failed.
    When we give up, we end the circle of something that has failed.
    Both path seems different at the naked eye, leading to confusion.
    Sharing a bond between one another, its what we overlook.

    Either starting over or giving up, both give end to a circle that has failed.
    We may give up to start over, yet starting over means giving up on it.
    Complexity is often overlooked, reason to why we fool ourselves.
    I know im being paranoic but arent the great minds paranoic?

    So let me start over again...wait let me give up on hope for you.
    Either way, Im succumbing to the desires of those who whishes my failure.
    This is why both are the same, because both share the same end.
    We all know this same end, an end that most of us has experienced, Failure.

    Unveiling this truth is disturbing to the weak.
    Confusing to those who impair both reasons.
    And Mindbottling to those who wise and seek truth.
    In the end, one thing is certain.

    Some will start over this poem to try to understand it.
    Some will give up for reason unknown only to themselves.
    Either way, failing to understand the meaning of this poem.
    Solving the dilema of both words, ending both being the same.