Cast into the deep abyss of thy mind

  lies each memory both bad and great.

  Successes and failures of every kind

  creating a feeling of self love and hate.

  These memories come back every night

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  as an honest man’s prison is his pillow.

  We see replays of every loss and fight

  a feed of events I don’t want to follow.

  Each morning I wake with new hope

  and a chance to leave memories behind.

  Create new moments that are really dope

  as my future acts is how I’ll be defined.

  Failure is another necessary part of life

  stop letting it nag you like a crabby wife.