Drive
February 6, 2015
The drive remains the same
when I go home, take off my make up,
remove myself from the daily cares of this world
only my true self remains to sit and reflect
look into my eyes
the trace of liner is gone,the only "shadow" that can be seen is the one that I see dancing behind me
yet my eyes still look the same as they did before
because inside they have the same expression, the same drive
the drive inside remains the same
the drive to not be another percentage of "damaged goods"
the drive to not let my past affect my future
the drive to better myself
the drive to make it in this world
whether dressed for going out or dressed for staying in
the drive remains the same
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