Life carries so much
Needs and wants
Love and hate
War and peace
Work and play
Life and death
It’s all part of life
The circle of life
The direction we take
We choose our own path
No one does it for us
It’s called will power
If you have the will
There is a way
Or so someone once said
You can laugh it off
Or not
But you have a choice
I have the same choice
When it comes down
To wanting change
We have the power to change
We are the change
Be the change
I hate when I mope
I hate when I think too much
About the bad things
About the negative
Sometimes it’s inevitable
But I’m the one who does it
It’s almost as if…
As if I want the pain
And the heartache
That comes along with it
Because I continue
But now I’m stopping
I keep telling myself that
And I wonder
When will I really stop?
When will I move on?
When will I find someone,
Who really wants me for me?
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