To Be Something

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We are great, we are smart

So we are told to be.

We'll be something big one day,

So we are.

But the price of this greatness, 

Is the weight of the world.

We strive for perfection,

Or to simply be perfect ourselves.

And we will ask,

Is it worh it?

The weight, the pain, the pressure,

The loss?

Aren't we only human,

But expected to be more?

 

We will fail, and we will struggle,

But we will pick ourselves back up, 

Because it's what we are told to do. 

When the day comes that failure isn't the end,

And when it's okay to lie down for a bit when we fall,

Will be the day when we all have overcome ourselves.

And we will feel whole,

We will finally be something.

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