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Pride

Can stand a thousand trials...

But where are you

When all the pride is gone,

What kind of person are you

And what kind of person were you

To have lost it, in every ounce

Of the words definition.



You wanna have a little faith

In Life.

Hoping it will take care of things

For the better.

And you just wanna be on

The right side of history

Leaving your mark

Where it will

Longing to make a difference

At some point or another

In someones life...

For the better.



And suddenly

The end of the road approaches

And you find yourself

Choked

By a cultivated notion

Of an absolute truth.

And while struggling with angry solitude

You crawl through life

With soiled hands

In fields of lost hope.

But you bear it  in quiet resolution

Because at what point

When you realize

You are talking to yourself

Do you stop?

Or do you just keep going?



And who am I?

Says the blind man

Standing,

Demanding the truth...

I am me! He says

But who is I

If me

Is no one I can understand?