Holding the truth in the back of your pocket

Always changing

Always forgetting

Not sure of what it is

At competition with what you think is suppose to be 

Eyes on the prize

But the prize wont last

Taking steps towards goals that you will surpass

An ever daunting prospect

That someone might actually stick around

 

But what if it wasn’t something you always wanted

What if it turns cold

And you end up lost again

Cant find your feet

Maybe youll fall again

Cant be left to pick up the pieces

The pieces are always to small to see

And then again what if they were perfect

The best thing you ever did

Because the love stuck around

You didn’t surpass it

And what if it becomes your strength

Not your weakness and everyday was more exciting than the previous

 

Maybe you should wake up and see the truth in it

Don’t let something bigger pass if you miss it

You’ll miss it for everyday you could have had it.