stagnation has always brought forth despondence
why cant i thrive as others despite trying my utmost
is my best not good enough
or is it enough to just refrain from doing my best as the result remains the same
though a rarity as one whom desires to find love
next to improbable in a world enthused by lust thus cant be tamed
my pride is all i have and the will to persevere
for though stagnant to stop the only option left is to die
but how can i accept defeat
when others have bore worse and yet have overcame
self pity weakens character
to seek sympathy negates stoicism
despite undeniably desired for all to dwell in our favor
problems are inevitable whilst the breath of life remains
shame is non existent due to one’s heights
where once towards the outer chanted praise to ones dismay believed in lies
but to sit and meditate where had to search from deep within
a long lost faith as if by fate miraculously has revived
am i destined for greatness for all to behold
or will i age feeble and grey until deceased pauperized
the truth to many still hidden
replaced by a facade
though i yearn for it to unravel
as a veil has been lifted from my eyes
Paris was but a mere shepherd
until reinstated as alexander a prospective heir to the throne of troy
so kept in mind during times of gloom
a gracious queen groomed from a naive girl
and the most powerful of kings was first a simple little boy.
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