A mind of it's own

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Let's think of something beautiful so we can all reflect,
Reach deep down inside you, just to see what's really left,
Have you given it your best?
Have you given it your all?
Is your back against the wall?
Is the beautiful world that you pictured,
Now making your skin crawl.

Tell me, where are you hiding those hopes and dreams,
Are you keeping them hidden just because the life you are living, isn't what you'd expect it to
Be.

Tell me what's your definition of perfect,
At the end of day was all of this worth it,
Not giving enough, not giving it all, not reaching the tip of the surface.

Why do we avoid questions, when the answer is starting us in the eyes, but why do we even answer the question, when we never get a reply.