Poem: Easy

Thinking about the dreams that no longer exist.

Wondering where they went.

Sitting and watching everything pass you by.

Not having the strength to move, but always trying to go.

This is the life that you are living, this is the life that you are given.

Is the choice the stay the one that you want to make?

Is the journey scarring the sense that control your mind?

Will you ever be able to live the way you want?

That is not happening, and for once you are not sad.

The motivation to succeed has been overtaken by the struggle to survive.

Will this ever get easy?

That is all up to you and words you say.