Every Single Day Essay, Research Paper
Every Single Day
By Kacey Babineaux
You just can?t stop looking for
Your old friends
Your old lovers
Your old hope
But you do quietly wonder to yourself,
Where did they all go?
Every Single Day is,
One more impossible thing that
You?ve got to learn to deal with.
Every Single Day it?s
Things getting farther and farther beyond out stretched grasp and
Every Single Day it?s
Feeling more and more like you?re dragging yourself out of bed
Out of pure spite towards something,
But you don?t know what that something is.
It is a pitiful, evil game with only losers,
Where degrees of success are measured by how much dignity you can manifest in the face of your own avoidable loss.
I clench my teeth and curse the fate and hope that when I do go down
And I don?t mean if I go down
I mean when I go down
That I will still be able to look straight back up
If even for only a moment
Beaten,
But undefeated.