so close, so close, so close
to the goal, the close, the finish
line.
so where
does it come from?
the strength to see us to our end-
when i cant push myself anymore,
it's falling apart,
everything like i've always known it would.
it should have been a sign, those times
i couldn't move my feet
like i knew they could.
well i pull, when there's no more push i pull
on that elusive inconcrete feeling-
and recently it hasn't been working.
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