The Ride of Life

Everywhere I've been and the beautiful sights I have seen

When I endure vivid images while I dream

I know it's all meant to be,

And these trials have a parallel in between.

Life's like a road trip, you try to find your own lane

Buckle up and be safe, hope others around you do the same.

Find your own speed that fits you, and when others fly by without hesitation,

Just enjoy your ride, and keep your eyes on the destination.

I'm so blessed to still be here, my guardian angels always been there to defend

Even though I've gotten lost, they steered me away from those dead ends.

I don't know what tomorrow brings, and that's not for me to know,

It could be the highest of the highs or the lowest of the lows.

But I must trust in my Lord, and learn how to embrace my faith, Take the good with the bad, and those mis-steps try and not retrace.

So this ones for the people punching the clock twice a day,

Barely sliding by from there measly pay,

Hardworking folks who deserve another raise,

Who get talked down to and deal with it anyway.

There's always a light at the end of your tunnel, sometimes its hidden away in a trap door

But no matter what you keep on moving, and remember that great things are in store.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another piece that I've wrote, give me some feedback if you'd like, thanks!!

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How quickly the time has past, from this moment to that moment then to the last.
My hopes and dreams lost, perhaps or so it seems, like an actor in a tragedy cast.
Or could these be chapters instead in book about remorse, regret and dread, one that is only written within my head, one that only I have read.
Whatever the case may be, each sentence speaks about only me, and how I will continue to fight to be free, from a past that limits, a narrow view, one that only I can see.
How I got here I suppose matters not, I just hope to never repeat what history has taught. Because to think this has all been for naught is to think on a level that should be forgot.
But will forgetting ease the pain, like an umbrella shielding rain, I suppose in the end it is all quite the same, with no one else around to bear the blame.
Like the thorns that protect the rose I speak in a metrical prose, my words the thorns, my mind the rose.
I speak in a metrical prose.


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Challenge (60 seconds)


A sixty second challenge?
I'm so In!
Count me in girl!
I want to win!

I like challenges,
they're fun to complete,
do you like challenges?
I like them!

Every day is a challenge,
in its own unique way!
But the little challenges are different,
they're challenges that you decided to take on.

Challenges are interesting,
and feel good to complete!
But not so good,
when you fail...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A challenge that SSmothie proposed, and I decided that I'd take it on!

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