Poetry

The End Goal (#523)

Why is it that we fight what we want?
The whispers silently tease and taunt,
Is the truth of reality far too strong?
Are we afraid we’ll ultimately be wrong?
Are we just that fearful to try and fail?
Is that mountain too high to scale?
Why is it we cannot face our own fears?
When did we forget we are pioneers?
We should laugh in the face of adversity,
We should draw strength from diversity,
Everything we want we should chase,
Why even run if you don’t try to place?

Any Thoughts?

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