Glory Days

 I've constantly been told that these are the glory days.
  Well if these are my glory days, why don’t I feel as though I've got anything to celebrate.
  Why do I feel as though the world is moving and yet I'm stagnant.

  My hope is shattered. When something remotely good happens, sooner or later I'm reminded nothing will come of it, the cracks beneath my feet — My hope in fragments.
  How can I celebrate the ones I love — their lives and accomplishments.
  Some days it seems all I've achieved is another day done.

  When will I feel as though I've won;
When will I love like she's the one.
  
  One day I'll forget the way I feel today.
  One day I'll feel as though I'm winning and I will, I’ll win.