Aspiration

Joe Cicalese
We aspire to reach the heavens.
A dream of something we feel we must do.
Our success is pure bliss.
While our failure is damning and drives us asunder.
We know, not what to do, or what to say.
Only focusing on those we failed and the hope we lost along the way.
The future is a leering monster hiding under our beds.
We sit and stare, terrified of the unknown.
All the while the present flies by before we realize it's the here and now that matters.
The past, that cruel bitch.
Never letting go of us while she drags us into the mist.
We are who we choose to be.
I just wish I knew my choices.

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