Disappointment, shattered dreams, and other forms of strife.
We see the path that others take and wonder “Why not me?”
For through our eyes, the best that was is often hard to see.
We focus not on the now but excelling in the race
We strive to reach the future, where dreams we’ll finally hold,
From where we can recall the times of weakness and of bold.
But we’re not human doers, Human Beings are what we are
And if we take the time to think of memories from afar,