My life has become a doorstep
For everyone else’s hopes and dreams
Steadfast, forever holding
To be walked over
Just a step, a stone
On the road to something better
What must I do?
To no longer be a stone
Forever cursed
To play lead, in someone else’s dream
Everyone has his day
Or fifteen minutes they say
I will accept with grace
And then take my place
And let some other dog
Also have his day
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