Morning or day,
I think about the future.
Would I be a nobody?
Or will I be a somebody?
This thought drives me crazy,
Over and over.
I don�t know if it�s right,
To stay up all night,
And procrastinate about a fight,
Not with my hands; a fist fight,
But the one with my life,
That I must face off,
So I can keep my future bright.
Endless struggle,
Is like a murder of your heart.
Your trapped and your lost,
And you don�t know where to start.
A blink away from insanity,
Again and again.
I think I see a little light,
From the shadows casted tonight.
Hope increases just a slight.
I must capture it,
Keep it tight,
Because it�s the last link to my life.
I must face it off,
So I can keep my future bright.
A train of thought,
Prolongs all that�s lost.
Guilt of not succeeding,
A guilt forcing frustration.
A glimpse of the light,
Waiting for transcendence.
A glitter of hope,
Rises inspiration.
A matter of moments,
Kill all my demons.
A little bit of shock,
Revives my heart�s beating.
