There is a time when one will find
that nothing is right and everything has stopped,
a treacherous lull in one's heart and mind.

To cure this ill, you take a pill,
and hope against hope that it works.
However, this pill takes away one's will.

So one steps back and throws them away,
getting up off the ground
to rise again on his own another day.

He dusts himself off, shakes himself down,
ready to try again, ready to take life on.

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