I'll keep pushing on.
When I was blossoming from the growing pains of puberty
I set myself a due date for a breakthrough
But the road I chose to follow
Is not the straight line I once perceived
Conventional paths ensure roofs over our heads
In the arms of mundane celebration
But keep us from a pure pursuit of happiness
And from forging a legacy
Slow death by the hand of circumstance
Life indifferently getting in the way
Our dark selves in every reflection
Incomplete visions of the destiny ahead
A lack of work ethic…
Call it resilience.
Call it stubbornness.
But despite it all, I’ve come to realize that…
…I don’t have it in me to quit.
Built up from the ground in the daily struggle
With discipline as my weapon
Playtime is over
Now it’s either do or don’t
No grey lines
Every day another step towards the sun
I’m not quitting.
Not unless I lose my arms.
Not unless my brain collapses.
Not unless the randomness of life
Plays its cruelest trick on me.
Whilst I hold the slightest semblance of will within me
I’ll keep pushing on.
I’d rather try and fail
Than end this life without a battle.