All I Can Give Is A Helping Hand
Peace Is Real
My thoughts are flowing like moths to a flame on a summers night
One is replaced by another and then another
The night is young and the day is too soon to end
We all travel in so many directions during the hours of light
Things that we atttempt to finish
Some done others postponed for a better time
How is it we have lived so long but face the same struggles of yesterday ?
Don't you think we would of solved the easy problems ?
So we can spend most of our waking hours fixated on what is good
Learning as we go is the only way I know
Progress seems so slow
Where does all the extra effort go ?
Lifes setbacks have found a common spot to hang around
I push for more
I want to be easily impressed
By shocking new discoveries that never stop
I form ideas that draft up new plans for the days ahead
My solitude is never found
I am constantly finishing yesterdays leftovers
To touch upon a place where all things triumph
Where uniqueness is welcome
Where courage and honor have virtue
Where all are actions define us
So life can be memorable forever
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