ANTHOLOGY

A # 39: The Show 🎬

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The past memory is a danger
Just like our insecurities
That's buried within us, a lingering whisper
That makes us questions our capabilities

Until now, the memories kept coming back
While I was looking forward to dock
Ocean waves kept drowning my mind
So then I would be left behind

I keep trying and trying
But I'd go back to failing
While they're moving forward
It's like I'm going backwards

They'll be running in a fast pace
While I kept looking for the same face
That broke me, and use me
One where I'm blinded not to see

All the troubles that brings
All the memorable things
It haunts me deeply
In the deep darkness it finds me

It makes me ask, if I don't have the best
Is it still a success?
If the wind keeps blowing
Then, am I still living?

It makes me question the reality
Bringing me to the fake fantasy
While I'm working to make my dreams come true
It keeps painting it blue

But now I think I'm deserving
I think I'm insane
To keep blaming and blaming
The clouds for the rain

When I should've killed my demons first
Before changing
When I should've wept up the thirst
Before I keep working

So I tell myself, don't be mad
Instead just be glad
Your hardworks will pay off soon
So don't stop the show, just stay tune

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