I can feel the pressure mounting my shoulders,
The burden of being the one to change the world, weighing heavily on the blades,
No spotter in sight,
But still I push myself through the workout, unsure of the results but faith keeps me underneath the bar, ready for another set,
But am I really ready or is this just something I tell myself to motivate me,
Questions over if I’m really the one circulate my brain,
The doubts seep in, but I never let it deep in, it weakens the spirit and everyone loves saying how “strong” I am,
That may be my facade, my oasis,
That place in the desert I’m trying to reach so I can finally quench this thirst,
But the mirages show more often than the sanctum,
I think I’ve finally reached that point and it fades away as I get closer and closer,
Days like this, I just want to pack it up, head back to what I know, escape the unknown,
Days like this, I just want to wake up from this dream that’s been haunting me,
Maybe it’s a nightmare, disguised as a dream and I’m confusing the visuals,
Maybe I’m not seeing the picture that was actually painted,
The vision the artist had, the thing they really wanted you to see,
Maybe, I’m just thinking too highly of myself, and this life I’m living is humbling me,
It’s why I hate the term “king”, cause a king is respected, a king is treated highly,
Me tho, I’m just a peasant, Aladdin if you will,
Searching for my desert woman, one I may never reach,
Or maybe I’m just Oliver Twist, asking for more out of this life and being denied it,
Even tho one bite more could possibly be the one that fills me up,
That satisfies the hunger, that quenches the thirst,
Days like this, I wanna give up, pack it all in,
But it’s also days like this, days where I feel hope is lost,
That I find inspiration deep inside,
I pull that shit out, I write again, in hopes that you actually take a glimpse in,
See the troubled soul so many has given up on,
But I ask myself, if they gave up, why isn’t it okay for me to do the same,
Why do you think so highly of me until the person they want me to be, isn’t the person I am,
Then they disappear, like the oasis I’ve been attempting to locate,
Is life just a mirage, or is the metaphor I’m speaking in wrong,
I guess I’ll never know, but with the weight of the world crushing my spine, I just wanna know is it fine to finally call it quits,
Wake up from this dream I’ve been dreaming, that’s been haunting me,
They are gonna tell me no, keep going,
I always say I will,
But I hope this weight doesn’t paralyze me,
And if it does, hopefully my night nurse is beautiful.

Published by Kareem Gaynor

Kareem Gaynor was born and partially raised in New York City. Writing is his side chick, cause music is his love. You can follow his antics on Twitter @aguynamedREMO. Like a pic on IG if you're free @presremo.media

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