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Build your City

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Date Created:17 Nov 2014

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Are you afraid of
living like I once I’m?



Afraid of tomorrow’s
unknown harm?



Are you afraid of
smiling into the face of life



Maybe because all you
see in it is strife?



Or perhaps because
living feels like a crime



And for what you know
not you feel the blame



So you crumble down
into a ball of pity



Huddled in a little
corner—your arms trying to blanket your misery



But alas your skimpy
arms with no will



Can’t muffle the dread
you feel.



 



You were born, thrust
into this cold world



Never asking for it a
name was attached to your forehead



Like a sponge you
soaked in the dreariness around you



And swallowed the
pills of expectation from the responsible crew



Who appeared to
already know what your future will be



And imagined your
destiny was their cup of coffee to brew



And you drunk it and
sucked it in and down!



But then a storm grew
inside you in a wretched hurry



And soon became a
hurricane of fury!



Helplessly you watched
the  town wrecked to pieces



Their dream destiny
dashed and smashed to bits



Yet you mourned like
it was yours dream too



Shedding a torrent of
tears not few.



Because of the storm
in your heart that you made grow



The floor beneath you
fell through



And you plummeted into
the dark abyss of guilt and regret.



 



But I say to you now
arise out of that abyss!



Realize that you are
not responsible for that which is amiss!



You have your own
destiny to build,



Your own city to mold.



They want you to be a
Judas or a Saint



But that is your own
choice to make



 



Arise out of that pit
of broken bits and pieces



And build your own
city from those small fragments.



Look up to the sun in
the bright blue sky



And realize you no
longer have to cry!



Lift up your arms and
touch your dreams



And become filled with
the energy that from them streams



 



Yes, arise from the
pit of regret and guilt for a life not lived



For dreams not fulfilled



For those dreams were
not yours to hold



That city was not
yours to build



 



Yes, arise—



And build your city.


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