It's A Rocky Road
The "Road" ahead was chilling,
but my willpower was high.
My goals, if God be willing,
Would stretch up to the sky.
In seeming despiration,
I watched it slip away.
Such loss of my ambition,
I regret up to this day.
I will not suffer quietly --
such recess is not my style.
Instead, I carry onward,
get up, move on, and fake a smile.
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