Ain’t the same

I used to think about
How am gonna make it
Trying to make ends meet
Struggling day to day

Hoping a day will come
When things will go my way
To live a wholesome life
Fulfillment galore

Struggles continue
Trying to answer
All the questions
That come along

Used to play the games
But age has come my way
Dreams that I had then
Starting to fade away

A look in the mirror
Reminds me of the old
Having myself to blame
Feeling my insecure self

Need to look deep inside
To find out life’s purpose
Maybe get rid of all
These things that
Seem to make me happy
And try different ways
Or am I just tripping?


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