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My Art
This is my art bleeding from this pen
Coming from the heart, time and time again
We all want to be something so great
Some of us are, for others it's way too late
I’m somewhere in the middle, life is like a riddle
I feel so old, yet in the end I’m still so little
So many things I haven't seen or done
Feel the need to catch up and I’m on the run
I remember playing games when I was young
Nothing’s changed; I’m still searching for some fun
But this world has got me so confused
Society is harsh and sometimes we all get used
Remembering days when I refused to lose
Now I’m trying to stay true, not feeling blue
But with the daily news it's a hard thing to do
Everyday I grow colder with the pressure on my shoulders
Crushing me like boulders, yet I remain a soldier
Walking my own path for only just a laugh
Moving too fast, opportunities just past
Never slowing down for the fear that I might crash
