There’s too many rainy days in my sunny forecast,
there’s too many things that I’ve started that won’t last,
there’s too many stops on my worn brake pads,
every day it seems to be more of the same,
and everyday i try to maintain,
but every similar issue has its differences,
and every different solution comes with consequences,
keeping a level head down a rocky path,
with stumbles and falls,
taking my time,
trying to pay attention to the writing on the walls,
seeking advice from a distant friend,
but all they tell me is the answer is discovered from within,
slowly losing my mind and my patience,
stress got me up late praying,
asking for forgiveness and persistence,
and all I hear is “No Help” playin,
on the last leg of a three-legged race,
struggling to catch my breath and maintain my pace,
getting passed by people with a rougher past,
and looking ahead at people with a brighter future,
the sun still is in my eyes though,
preventing me from clearly seeing my goal,
but my motivation is on the rise though,
pushing me through the pain that has already taking a toll.