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What is at the core of my being?

What is it that makes me soldier on?

Why live to fight another day?

For love? For money? For What?

As long as I can remember

The days have come and gone

Inspiration ebbs and flows away

away away

Some days I find the place,

The excitement of it fills me and all will be OK

But no, not today.

How could I ever ask her to understand?

How could I promise her what was not there to give.

If I could only will it I would,

But no, there was no will that could

And time and time again the burden

The terrible weight of nothing crushing

No corner is dark enough to hide you

When the searcher is inside you

So many dreams while mindless hours parade

Flashed across a silver lining like a meaningful charade

246 thousand hours made all the silly ideas fade

So many hopes the fool danced out

And now just sad and lonely lout

But wait...

one dream has truly come about

Work and work and sweat believe

This time the ring you will retrieve

Start afresh, and no more lies

Shielded from the love starved cries

But not to be for all the tries

Betrayed by one for years I trust

To understand the things I must

For drive me dreams they must

But all the ends will all be just.

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