House of Chances
Where there is hope, there are trials.
Floating away at sea,
as though it's a never ending desert.
Everything is the same thing,
You know.
I don't know,
If I'm feeling the weight of the water pulling away at my years of living
I don't know,
If I'm chasing nothing but a fantasy at this point.
I don't know if I'm being the one chased by the fierce tornado
If it's picking me up, and spitting me out like a raw piece of rubber.
No more
Can I tell the difference between an illusion and reality.
Where there is hope, there is disparity
All I see is
the ocean,
the desert.
A never ending view.
They said I was a joke,
That I was nothing, I was never going to be a big name.
The sea transformed into a endless desert.
No longer was the burning sea filling up my lungs,
No longer was the cracked sand piercing through my bare feet
The desert I was once afraid of now was built off of my own blood, sweat, and tears.
At last I grabbed the mirage and it became reality
Where there are trials, there is those who will succeed
And those who fail.
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-Dania
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