there will days, unwelcome days,
when our dreams hobble along,
tagging us behind,
and we rush to keep pace,
panting,
wondering whether they are worth it
But what's the worth of a man
who carries with him unfulfilled dreams
the burden is too much
every breath screams LOSER
And we try each day not to be failures
sometimes we try even harder
not to fail by not trying at all
but then each day is a reminder
that we could be a day closer to our dreams
if we tried yesterday
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