I have walked, I have crawled, not that I have much of a choice. Otherwise, I would fall. I just haven't been in the mood for that upscale Mall, even though in my heart she calls. I can't get over that stupid wall.
It almost just seems I'm small like I'm not quite big enough to reach the top or climb the mountain; even though I want to see that beautiful fountain, all I seem to be able to do is crawl, fall, and try to make that out of range call.
The river is deep, the mountains are tall, the valley is broad, but I can't seem to run there without the fall; they have always told me about the walls, obstacles, pain, struggle fears, but I guess I was just a dreamer, and never really felt all that pain and heartache in that picture frame.
How come my whole life seems to go in vain instead of feeling like I'm on the beach in Spain soaking in that beautiful Fame. Most days, I love life, but sometimes things seem so lame.
How come being kind seems to be more painful than being a jerk?
When you try to make a difference, people look at you like you're drunk on wine?
How sometimes come everything people say seems like a lie? How come everyone says they're okay? How come no one is great? How come no one is just not good? How come we can't be honest with ourselves and those around us?
We are brave, Fight through, and maybe even take on Pikachu. We don't give up even when we feel there's no hope, even we are so angry, confused, and upset with ourselves and others, even when we don't understand where we're going and why we're going and who we're going on this journey with, we fight!
You will make it to the top of the mountain. You will reach your destination, you will find your purpose, you will find your value, and much more; you might even help others find their value.