She’s over it
The weight of the never ending
Ever trifling spiral
That cascades down, down, down
Owe money for this
Give money for that
Fight to climb the ladder
Get knocked back
Build a new rung
Break the next
It’s like she’s always climbing,
But can never reach the end
The goal is always higher
Yet, the prize now seems so small
She just can’t help but wonder
Why she chose to climb at all
The weight of expectation
The rush of what could be
She’s floating through the wreckage
Of a life built on dying dreams
Can she fight the current
Can she swim on through the storm
Of the ever pressing feeling
That they’ll always ask for more
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