What Will It Be?

Wrongs and rights;

Mistakes and excuses;

Opinions and facts;

Hurt and defenses;

The sick and the lonely;

The weary and abandoned;

The loved and forgiven;

We are all connected, yet we ignore one another;

We fight wars side by side, yet we quarrel in parking lots for who got there first;

We are all born to die, but somehow the thought of death will always mortify us;

An eye for an eye, an ear for an ear, I forgive, but I never forget, the code we all live by;

You hurt me, you’ll pay for this, you left me, I’ll leave those who still love me;

I’m unwanted, ignored by all, trampled on, laughed at, forgotten, walked on by;

Can’t ever take a break, can’t ever catch my breath, suffocated by it all;

I’m better off than most, yet they’ll never understand;

I’m free to live, why do I feel so trapped;

I’m living, walking, moving, so where am I heading;

I can smile, laugh, thrive like most, when will my head ever clear from all the standards;

Crossed lines, broken boundaries, walked edges, thin ice shattered;

Hours and hours of talks and laughs to minutes of escalated argument to seconds till the broken heart;

A spinning world, a flowing economy, a cacophony of daily traffic, a steady-beating heart;

A stumble of words, an angered cry, a tearful shout, the heavy sigh of giving up;

Keep on fighting, take it step by step, rise above the noise, lift up your face, all easier said than done;

There is a purpose, this has a purpose, you have a purpose, we have a purpose, words that sound emptier than a school hallway on a Saturday;

Empty beauty, vacant eyes, weary hands, tired knees, loud and far from peace mind;

No sense of belonging, wandering through my mind, shifting my way through the day, just trying to get some space;

Peaked perfection, exceptional effort, triumphant work done, unrecognized talent, praise that will never come with the passing of my life;

Who we are in the time given is unbelievably vital, my meaningless speaks for itself;

Even the fool will be wise to speak to the fool who believes to be wise;

An effort must be put forth to attain the desired prize;

A prize, a goal, a dream, a quota, a deadline, the end goal, the beginning of the a new beginning is what most strive for;

Living is what separates the free from the slave, for they only try to survive, barely making it through that moment instead of a lifetime;

What are we left with after we fall, mistakes to add on to the large heap sitting in our minds;

What do we do after we’ve had another breakdown, decide to shut out the world around since it was already shutting me out anyways;

What am I aiming for, why am I still trying, why do I set myself up for failure, what do I gain from a life of disappointment;

What more must I endure to finally learn I’m not meant to get up after being knocked down over and over again;

My heart persists, my mind still reeling on what’s up ahead, my body aching to see the other side, straining yet hopeful;

Silly mind, silly heart, believing silly lies, accepting bogus excuses, patient to the very end;

Tired mornings, restless nights, pacing between the struggles of now, yet anxious of what could be;

Just let go, just give in, forget it all, forget them, forget what could’ve been and accept the now;

Yet somehow I won’t and I just can’t;

I won’t let myself slip, I’ll hang on cause I can see it just up ahead;

I’m reaching for it, though I believed I wouldn’t;

I’m nearly there;

Begin.