my uncle always told me, "kid, you're gonna go far"
and my mom always said, "baby, reach for the stars"
but somewhere along the lines
i woke up and life slapped me in the face
it was one of those slaps that turns your cheek red
and makes it swell a little
everyone has passion at one point
that's why all children have big dreams
big like fire trucks and airplanes
but there comes a point in life when you realize you
no longer possess that motivation
settling for mediocre becomes a way of living
where does that fine line get crossed between childhood and adulthood?
most of the time you don't even realize it's been crossed
until you reach the other side and look back
they say the show must go on
but does it ever really go on?
who knows, maybe it does and maybe it doesn't
all i know is that i must press on this time
this one time
because putting one foot in front of the other brings me closer
to my goal,
and to lose sight of that would put me on the other side
of that line i never want to cross