Do you know who you are? When you look at life and you talk about yours, do you feel proud? Are you leaving a mark or scared to make a bad impression? So you just go hide in the dark
Living and playing a part, knowing regret will come back tomorrow.
That’s what it does, ain’t it? Don’t know what we’re chasing,
But we all do it, just a part of life, I guess we’re all foolish,
Running after what we think will make us happy ’til it falls through.
And then we find out later it ain’t what we wanted
So we give up on it, then we pile the garbage
And we watch it grow and find a drug and numb it,
Til we hit the point that we can barely function.
Am I motivated?
Author Of Pain Real Poetry 