Struggling to commit to my existence
Trying to hold on to what I achieved
Telling myself I had more capacity than I believed
The truth is I had never felt that deliverance
Deliverance others take for granted
To know what they ought to do in their lives
That general law that abides
Too many are exeptions who never wanted
Anything more than a clue that provides
A reason, A goal, A view of what the future holds
Before the end, their card stack folds.
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