We learn to look for the best in everything.
But when life kicks us down, just one too many times,
We learn to stop putting our hope in anything.
Countless times a brilliant ray brightens our face,
Only to be blotted out by such a dark cloud -
That no matter how fast we run, how quick our pace,
It quenches our spirit with a gloomy shroud.
When nothing is right and everything seems off,
Time and time again, we make ourselves rigid.
Until something comes along, that makes us soft,
And making us forget being weak and timid.
Then one day, the realization sets in,
Our lives become monotone and clinical.
So everything is easier, with apathy we win.
We realize we've become comfortably cynical.
By looking at everything with no expectations,
We quickly learn that nobody can disappoint.
No boundaries, no feelings, no realizations,
We say to ourselves, what's the point?
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