The glimpses of time past flash through my eyes, As I reminisce on the greatness of yesterday, It almost feels like it were today, The sizzling aroma of a once great personality, Grasping onto me like a dazzling prince, I do wish I could go back to that day, When things were all red and rosy, And I didn't have to question my very existence, But I can't go back, Reality stares me in the eyes and screams loudly, 'Hey you, wake up from your slumber! It's time to face life; to face me,' I have to wake up, I have to face this scary reality, And fight so hard to make a change, Posterity depends on my success, I cannot and will not fail, It's time to rise up; to wake up from my slumber and fight, I must fight until I win!
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