You wake up each day,
a day identical to the last,
a disheartening cycle that turns into weeks,
weeks then turn into months.
You feel yourself lost,
nothing to look forward to but work,
nothing to look forward to but boozing,
only thing keeping you sane is hope.
You know there is a light,
but the darkness consumes you,
the light is but a speck,
that you can’t make out.
That light is there,
you trek forward,
is it in the right direction?
Maybe, maybe not.
Head hanging low,
shoulders slumped,
thoughts clouded with gloom,
one foot in front of the other.
Keep moving, young man
there is nothing here for you,
keep moving, young man
maybe there is something for you elsewhere.
Remember your previous feeling of hopelessness,
the pain you felt,
defeated, battered, humiliated,
but you made it through.
One foot in front of the other,
there is nothing here for you,
One foot in front of the other,
maybe there is something for you elsewhere.
It’s OK, young man, to have failed,
It’s OK, young man, at least you tried,
It’s OK, young man, you showed courage,
It’s OK, young man, but now it’s time to move.
Head up, chest out,
No more gloom,
One foot in front of the other,
maybe there is something for you elsewhere.
~Raul Felix
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