“What if” is a world in itself
The fear of failure
And the possibility of triumph
Sit on a broken shelf
Teetering this way and that
Holding destiny in unsteady hands
Determining whether
We will succeed, or fall flat
The concern of high hopes
Getting shoved down
The worry over realizing your smile
Could be forced into a frown.
The only motivation
is the possibility of victory
All the while dreading the fact:
“What if” is contradictory
Even though there’s a risk involved
you can still fight
you can always try
To prevent your dreams from becoming dissolved

Its not allowed by
the laws of the land

I want it
I want this
I don’t understand
Why cant God play a helping hand?

Why is it so wrong?
Who’s to say its not right?
I feel that it is.
So why don’t I put up a fight?
The moon wants the light
The sun wants the dark
The black more colorful
The white less stark
A constant trial in life
Is learning to live
Depriving yourself
Of what you could give
I know if I was granted this
I could contribute more
this could be the thing
Only I adore
But that’ll never happen
The sun will never fade
I will only continue dreaming
Of the blacks becoming less grey.

since when
did
buildings
have
veins?

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if you --dare
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Enter.

i*ll sea you on the other syde

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turVy

Furry,

Furious,

non

Feline,

Held Captive..

GOD
inspires