Reality hits you hard, its broke my jaw
But without this pain, I cant strengthen my fall
And these scars I have, I am thankful for
It keeps me from thinking theres no need
And from walking out the door
Its keeps me from asking 'why not? '
Because, your the only reason I got
Your the only reason I need
Things that happen, for a reason or by accident?
Did you trip? or Was it really ment?
Reality is the set back
And the tears are the 'whys? '
Because, death is easy, living is the hard part
Reality, the true art
The highs, the lows, and the in-betweens
Its what we make of it
Even tho, we ask 'where was I? '
We seem crazy, but we're sane as can be
Reality just hit, now do you see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem