The ones who couldn’t dare to chase their dreams
The ones who could’t dare to risk their very existence
The ones who couldn’t dare to survive the falls
The ones who couldn’t dare to live the failures
The ones who couldn’t dare to think a life beyond
Selling their souls on weekdays for paychecks
Drowning the sorrows of sold souls in inexpensive liquor on weekends
The ones who couldn’t dare to leap out of the loop
They’ll never know what it feels like, to let go
Surrender to the idea of a dream
Like it was the inevitable, the only, the obvious
The ones who sought comfort in compromises because they were too scared to desire their dreams
Will, but survive
Living life comes at a price, a rather expensive one
