The world still turns, the wind still blows.
The sun still shines, the moon still glows.
The birds still sing, the grass still grows,
I suppose they just don't know.


I still wake, I still breath,
I still sleep, my heart still beats.
Everything seems the same on the outside,
Guess I'm only dead on the inside.


Lost between what was, and what could be,
I watched as everything slipped from me.
I ran so hard, I fought so long.
Everything I tried turned out wrong.


I fought the fight, I fought it hard,
I ran a mile and moved a yard.
I climbed so hard up the hill,
I look around, and I'm lower still.


My spirit soars like a stone,
But my determination has only grown.
I feel as though I am covered with shit,
But I never learned how to quit.


So I move on, I push ahead.
My cream rises to the top, like lead.
Am I dumb or just headstrong,
Because I choose to keep pushing on?

© Lynn Harris