I feel like I’m not doing enough,
Though every day is filled to the brim,
I feel like what I say isn’t hood enough.
I’m supposed to be more than what I am,
But what am I?
A wandering soul,
Left alone, somebody who isn’t good enough.
Though these words,
Are written to a beat,
I strive to for greatness,
But I’m always sitting at the bottom,
Because motivation,
Isn’t the same as,
Having a bunch of fans,
As a vocation,
I struggle with the idea of being mundane.
Still I maintain,
Game until I throw up,
Building a base in Subnautica,
Until my story starts back and I can continue on my path…
But what if it don’t?
How long will it be until I feel like me,
Reaching for my dreams because I can’t see defeat?
So I lay down,
Preparing for a day at a job that I hate,
Until all of my aspirations,
Are given up on or I slide them beneath the table,
If anyone else can do it, I know that I can,
Surviving is what I’ve done,
Giving up now would be too dumb…