rockin on

doesn't matter how hard it is to get up
doesn't matter how much you sleep through your alarm
you wake up and punch the sun
scream, "I'M ON MY WAY!" and hop out of bed

keep rockin, rockin on
your limbs feel heavy from fatigue
nothing seems worth it
but you did it. you beat your sheets

keep going, one foot in front of the other
school, work, doesn't matter
you're going, you're going
you're gone, out the door

keep it up
keep flippin out your hand, finger to the sun
glaring against your eyes
you're beating it too, don't worry

keep on going
getting those small victories
for one day, you'll win the war.
 
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Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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