The Cycle

All I want to do is lay here and stay ;

Thy kindest hearts always pray for a change ;

But God don't answer when the skies are gray;

The child inside me cries for no long range .

Optomistic you are, you're terrified ;

Realist I am , knows what has begun ;

The storm has started and at least you tried ,

But trying isn't enough, now will you run?

You go with the flow, but don't demand it ;

Have you lost your faith or do you stress the same,

Your persistance has split you must admit ;

Snakes deceive you into playing the game.

Yet, you stay positive walking through fire 

Your eyes never lie about, true desire 


This poem is about: 
My family


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