I wish I had a secret to share
That would make life worth living
But I don’t
A way to disregard despair,
Like telling you to be more forgiving
But I won’t
If only I could somehow make
The fleeting seconds last forever
But they’re scant
Or soothe the all-consuming ache
Of doubting each endeavor
But I can’t
Imagine if a billion hearts
Convulsed with pure compassion
But they’re still
Whatever drive belief imparts
Your life is yours to fashion
And you will.
Are You Reading Me?
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