Who are they that they feel as they do

when you think that you have all to be said

and things seem they are finally going along in your own feet

you begin to jump and scream knowing that this still could all just be a dream

believing it’s not you rush and run to be able to get things done

knowing that all finally seems so content

But then someone has to be a critic and shoot all

 your hopes, your dreams all you have spent your life doing best at your best

shooting it down to the moist dark ground

when you had just finally felt that you had made it

there is always one critic in that critical cruel world

but why must they all feel so deep and cold

just as our path goes the way you’ve tried so long

dreaming new dreams that have just begun

finally finishing ones that you had never followed

and working your heart in the ones still layed out upon the tables

when suddenly from nowhere they come

from every corner and angle you could see

just to do what it is they do best

complain and tear you down

down at your lowest low you could ever receive

there is always one critic in that critical cruel world

this as much as i don’t want to

this is something that I really believe

not sure of why they must be as we see

but in the end we somehow always learn something to keep and walk away with