Each Day One is born. Each Day One Dies.

It is said chase after your dreams.

Make then real and go head and live it.

Be the one that pushes through, never have a limit.

They got answers when it coems to positivity.

But if I told you I chased after em' and nothing became of me...

You gon' tell me what to do and who to be?

You gon' tell me why it happened? Why me?

All that effort, blood and sweat.

And im still struggling, not there yet.

I wanna inspire, but who am I?

A nigga that chased after his, blind.

With passion as his guide, faith as his rock, wiht no rules to abide.

Show me the way, I stay asking him.

I will never doubt.

Even though at the moment I am lost within.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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