The Good Fight
The good fight must continue on, the fight and dreams of going somewhere, being some one that matters in the world, but don't we all; matter to some one, matter for something.
My brown eyes stares into the horizon with the clarity of what life can be. It's dreadful to live a life you never lived before, or walk through a path you wished you never had to experience.
The bitter salt tears that form like rivers, a break down in life something that we all encounter. The fight won't stop, and the twist of up's and downs in life don't have a time to stop ticking, it just keep on ticking. We love the accomplishment of success, the power feeling of being successful. That individual that made dreams come true. Walking that reality walk, and the fight must go on.
Copyright © Jamad Harris | Year Posted 2017
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