the pattern

i keep on falling
several times in a row
and each time i get up
i tend to stand with my head down low

and it takes a while to recover
to get my feet back on the ground
somehow i am lost
and desperate to be found

and before i get up
i linger on my fallen self
i ponder on the what ifs and what could haves
and let the ice in my heart melt

but yet i get up
with the driving force of my dreams
fueled by hope
and the desire to self-redeem

this time would be different
that's what i would always say
i would learn from experience
and the tragedies of yesterdays

and then when my head
is finally held up high
doubt and fear would visit me
they always like to stand by

so i fall...
i get up...
i fall...
and get up again
this pattern i know by heart
i have the option to stay down and quit
but for know i choose to get up