Sometimes life is easier to percieve
when you have an objective clasped under your sleeve
We wonder why, things are difficult to achieve
Do we ever really stop to think?
I'd say most just beckon and grieve
as we fail something, our heart decides to sink, The memories that have not yet come, smother our minds, we adheave
clouded by others, who have outdone
We see they're better than us, and you ask yourself, who have you become,
In the end...Maybe two really is better than one
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