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We Get What We Give
I've come so far, and yet not far at all
stepped away from the edge, but still about to fall
the past swallows my mind again
hungry little things that never really begin
they accumulate, and slowly devour
my mind and body slowly by the hour
not everything can be great,
and this repetition is starting to grate
on my nerves, because all we are
is all we've ever been, and I bear the scars
of a life of mediocrity wishing for something more
whether good or bad, I proved that what's in store
is what we've been given, our lives are the ruts
that we're stuck in, a life of patterns and doors shut
in our faces, and blocking our way
making it so we do not stray
from the path that time has cut
making it so we stay in the rut
we don't see it, but we are what we're given
only some of us prove that we're really living.
