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our best
I wanted you to love me, to dare me, to push me.
How do I taste? Am I as bitter as everyone thinks?
Perhaps we all do our best
Even if our best will never be good enough
I guess that is the tragic flaw of our world
Some are pushed by it while others swallowed whole
And yet we hurdle forward aimless but with purpose
Or without purpose but having strong convictions
Conviction that you must go on even if you do not know why
How do you live in society without knowing the rules
The rules are not written they are learned
And yet you are determined to forget them immediately
Maybe you have done all I asked
And yet satisfaction is fleeting
Love is not enough
And the only thing being pushed is my patience
