Success is hard to measure
But failure is always heavier
A pound of lead
Against your head
Sitting on the soft spot
Pressing harder and harder with each thought
Yet, success releases the pressure
And gives you a feeling of good measure
It's the pressing that makes us work
It's the thing that give us quirks
Pressing pressing pressing
Who knows what will happen next
What is in my holy text
If I fail, before I die
Who will be there to cry?
To see me succeed
To see where I go
Until I look in the mirror
And I already know
What were the odds?
That I would come this far?
The horizon was beyond
Where I had originally thought
It's receding
As I succeed
As long as I sprint towards it
And I focus
Try not to forget
The light of day is there
Just with a hairs reach
If I just run
I'll catch up
I just fall, get up, and continue
That's just what I've got to do.
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