Back to the future, I go
To resurrect cancelled ambitions, don’t you know?
The fear of failure grips tight
Impatience is a curse, an endless fight
Imprisoned by affordability, yearning to break free
Wondering what success will ever be to me
Is she worth the struggle and the pain?
Or was it all just in vain?
Tucked in the comfort of doubts and fears
The smell of ink, my dear
The privilege to pour my heart and my soul
To let paper take control
For success may come and success may go
But writing is something I’ll always know
It’s a passion that will never die
And with it, I’ll always fly high
So back to the future, I’ll journey on
The words shall live on
For even if I fail along the way
I know that writing is here to stay.
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Beautiful. Resurrected something in me.
I need to write..