Days Like This
Even when I am not feeling the best,
I force myself to protrude my chest,
Trying so hard to forget the rest,
Of the sins this world has to offer.
I dismiss the chatter and ignore the static,
yes it's true that life can be tragic,
nevertheless I still believe in magic,
I shall not let life way me down.
Overcomer I must be.
Into the future I must see.
Rooted and grounded much like a tree.
The essential key to prosperity
is to live eternally with a sense of urgency.
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