Almost There

I see what I wanna be

yet so far from reach.

The hill is high 

and the road is long.

I run as fast i can 

yet fall everytime.

I wanna succeed,

but seems it cannot be. 

My knees are weak

yet my head is high.

That is life

so it seems.






This poem is about: 
Our world


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