The struggle is real when you try to flee from your creative mind
When you want to give up, because the road is paved with problems and agitation
The struggle is real when you feel like you aren’t good enough,
And when you don’t know what the future holds
When you feel yourself being buried
By your own hands
The mind and feelings you once had
Slowly disappearing under mounds of dirt
Where did that love and passion go?
The struggle is real when you want to give up,
When trying has become a chore,
And all you want to do is settle for what you have
Instead of reaching, twisting, arching your back and arms for what you want
I can’t reach, You tell yourself.
It hurts to try, You whisper under strained breath
The struggle is real.
But few know and ever fewer realize for themselves,
That the more you struggle
The closer you are to being free.