Is it too late now
as I look at the dreams
I still have to have fulfilled?
It's a puzzle—how I balance
hard work and the luck
it takes to succeed
I may be born ready for toil
but I am not brought forth
under a lucky galaxy
So I have to work twice
as hard as the person
with privilege would
I have to know twice
as much as the person
who hit gold the first
chance they got
I have to be more even
during the days I feel
like I am the leastAnd I know how unfair it is
to wish for something I know
I can't, won't, don't,
and shouldn't have
It kills me to realize that
I don't have a lot of time left
and I spend most of it
imagining things to be with me
rather than living it
So I live day by day thinking I am
the least because I feel like I'm
missing out on all the shiny things
man could have in this world
Someday, when I finally step
on the pedestal I so longed to reach
will be the day the world ends
It's sad to think that it's a possibility
where I was just getting started
and the world decided
that it's going to end
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
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