In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.
As if the end of each day is just a Blurr
with no definitive finish.
I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.
They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.
It wasn’t always like this,
maybe I died or am dieing
then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.
We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.
If I was successful would you put your arms around me
And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?
Or would my success intimidate you?
Make you less likely to change the world?
Success will not ensure that you influence hearts
Nor guarantee you feel any more loved
The surprise truth is: to love equals success
If you can accept who you are,
Whilst seeking to grow each day
And love others as their need is.
Then you have real success
You don’t need to be successful to have love
But you do need to love to be successful
What if there was a society
of nocturnal humans?
who slept by day
and worked by night?
would you chose?