Erich Fromm
“Every man’s goal in life is to give birth to himself.” –Erich Fromm
Hopes turn into dreams
Dreams into ambitious schemes
Steps are taken, paths are chosen
Time marches on unfrozen
To be successful is a goal shared by many
Few are able to succeed
In this game we call life
Nothing’s ever as it seems
The path you thought you could take
Has become a mangled, tangled
Maze of confusion
Steps become measured, cautious, even
The schemes
Fail to accomplish their once hoped dreams
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