By: Gus Victoria
Its a losing battle
We fight every day,
The sun rises
And shines on the decayed pieces;
Remnants of a dream.
Nothing now is as it seemed,
Forever unfulfilled,
Left empty the hopes
That moved those days,
Words mean less,
Impact as ghostly as your presence,
A full world awaits,
Ripe and fertile,
Where success grows
Beyond the reach of fear,
For the brave to pluck.
Together we are not that,
I believed in something once,
I believed in us,
That love was more than we,
That my eyes would someday see,
But today I realize
Time has made me blind.
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