Dreams and Struggles.
Lost in Dreams and Struggles
When will I get it in this life?
The answer eludes me still
I search and strive, I toil and drive
But the end seems far uphill
I yearn for love, for happiness
For success and for peace
I dream of days where all is blessed
And every worry is released
But time keeps ticking, never slowing
And my dreams still out of reach
My heart keeps hoping, always glowing
But my mind's doubts begin to preach
"When will you get it?" it asks
"When will your dreams come true?"
And I can't help but feel unmasked
Exposed to all that's untrue
But still I push, I persevere
For I know that hope's not lost
And even if it takes a year
I'll keep on paying the cost
For when I finally do achieve
The things I've longed to see
I'll know that all the pain and grief
Was worth it just to be
So when will I get it in this life?
I don't know the answer yet
But I'll keep on reaching, through joy and strife
And never let myself forget..
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Nicely done!