The constant stifling of thoughts pierced by never ending screams,
Wondering when things will turn into what they seem,
The only thing left to hold on to is the dream,
But even that becomes a burden when the light loses its beam.
The line between pursuit and hesitation gets quite blurred,
Awakening a soul that had so long ago been stirred
With reminders of a dream that was too long ago deferred.
Passion buried deeply under failures at the root
Makes living life feel like another trivial pursuit.
And who’s picking up the pieces of the soul that trails behind?
Scared of looking forward cause you don’t know what you’ll find,
And ain’t no looking back because it’s just a waste of time.
Losing out on hope brings a pain too deep to bear,
Just push a little further and soon you’ll know you’re there.
And how? The answers never come.
With no set destination it’s hard to see when you have won
But yet you are so far ahead than where you have come from
And still there is the question of what all could become,
Which lets you know the journey is a far cry from undone.
So when it feels as though there is nothing left to chase,
Just know the heart of your soul is at the end of every race.