when I follow my heart,
I get heart ache
when I follow my head,
I bet a head ache
should I fight or let it go
I should fight but what good would it do
the prize is no longer available to me
it is gone, out of my reach
this will pass, I know it will
just another stress I put on myself
I cant wait to get out of here
nearer to what I want, and need
I still believe in it,
Ive never given up
Ill never give up
till the prize is totally gone
1 comment:
enjoyed the poem...good stuff.
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