When is the time,
To give up on your dreams?
To stop what you believe in,
And settle for gentler streams?
When is the time,
To stop fighting for what you want?
To stop shapening the blade,
To let it go blunt.
When is the time,
To just lay down and rest?
Knowing that giving up,
Might just be what is best.
When is the time,
To put the past away?
To shape a new beginning,
In a future you are comfortable to stay.
When is the time,
To throw the towel into the ring?
To just walk of the stage,
Whilst Sinatra's "My Way" sings.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
