Figntin' back

Fri, 07/16/2021 - 11:58 -- mrapook

Just when life is looking up
and things are going great,
everyone is being nice
and very few to hate.

like being up on cloud nine
i just don’t seem to care,
then all of a sudden things go wrong
it’s really not quite fair,
 

‘cause every time i try to help
or being careful in some way,
i seem to always get pushed down
and have a price to pay
 

then i work my way back up
to the point i was before —
only to get pulled back down
like receding waves on the shore.
 

being pulled back in
being pushed back out
i’ve seem to have lost control,
but i’ll keep fighting against that force
striving for a better goal.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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