Willpower
Sometimes you hide behind a veil,so, you do not have to smile.
You must remember that your eyes,
foretell what you try to hide.
I can see the sadness of your past.
The things that happened - do not know.
How you are sick of the ceiling,
being made of glass.
keeping your leaves from being able to grow.
Opportunities, will try to knock,
sometimes you will not hear.
You must turn over, each and every rock,
even if the worms are what you fear.
Being adaptive is an instinct we have,
how we survive depends on drive.
Being selective is a luxury - sad,
yet we choose the wrong thing all the time.
PoeticButterfly
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