"Pushing Through"
By: Adrielle R. Bollin
Like clouds of a different nature ever changing their form
So too are my labors as I attempt to perform
Like chaos in a storm when the wind and rain swirl
So too are my thoughts as I struggle to unfurl
Such longing to win but too weary to try
I must break this cycle of mediocrity's cry
I mustn't give up but push through this time
I can't fail again, like vapor left far behind
I must push to the end with a well done assured
Cannot keep wondering if I did my best and endured
Like the setting of the sun, I must become a vision
Cut through the sky with a brilliant incision
So tired of scraping, it's time for the feast
Whatever I have left I'll aim to the rising east
Live out of this world like an eagle soaring high
Get to know the winds that move me and choose where to fly
Cannot keep wondering if I did my best and endured
Like the setting of the sun, I must become a vision
Cut through the sky with a brilliant incision
So tired of scraping, it's time for the feast
Whatever I have left I'll aim to the rising east
Live out of this world like an eagle soaring high
Get to know the winds that move me and choose where to fly