The Worst of Crimes


I dream all day and think all night,
It’s all messed up, but I’m alright,
No matter how hard, no matter how rough,
In the end I’ll still get up.

The troubles facing me don’t waver,
But I fight them without a quaver,
I won’t give up, not just yet,
I won’t give up, no matter the sweat.

I’ll keep going, and going strong,
For as long as I can prolong,
This senseless pain from which I suffer,
And the strange confusions that I buffer.

I try and try and try again,
Yet I know that this won’t be the end,
I feel like giving up sometimes,
But wouldn’t that be the worst of crimes?

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