I dreamed so long of becoming a star
I thought for so long that I would go far
Now I sit here alone on a brown leather couch
Living in the hood and about to be kicked out
No money in the bank
In need of a job
Projects postponed
Low on smiles and love
Is it a seasonal thing
If so how long does it last
Why am I moving so slow
When I was going so fast?
I look at others
Watch how they fly
Then ask myself
When will I touch the sky
I thought I was great
Dazed and confused
At the bottom of the pit
1 comment:
Really love the poem. It actually inspires me to get up off my ass and stop complaining. LOL
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