Voice In My Head

Voice In My Head prose poem

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It’s always absurd
To give up everything
and run after something
that’s never been achieved
without even knowing
if thats anyway possible
A total dreamer
missing everything at every point
believing in instincts
that are just abstract emotions
Maybe its an exaggeration
or overconfidence over ordinary skills
Shutting that one voice down
sometimes seems the best options
It’s the only reason behind everything
but also for my will to live
It makes me get up after every fall
wipe off every tear from my eyes
Whatever the setback be
I start again because it tells me to
Nobody believes I can do it
even I don’t at times
but it does and I can’t let it down
It’s a matter of time
I dreamt it , craved for it
and I can’t let go now
that’s what it tells my brain
That’s what I believe “I CAN DO IT”

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