Confined within the walls of mediocrity
Struggling to run alongside time
He’s joined the race and made the climb
Working towards a road away
From failure and a road astray
Grappling with the here and the now
He’s evaded finding his worth
What’s with this hell on earth
That drains out every precious day
Which his lips say and eyes betray
Coming to terms with his own mortality
Going inside his private shell
And stories he won’t live to tell
Dealt a card but hope is still in play
Which over time will outweigh
Wrestling with a conscience remorseful
Choosing to fight through this pain
Lighting up a tunnel inside the train
Trying to build a fire in the rain
Where he finds himself again.
Soliloquy 
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