poem
you fly you see the sky to be
the sun it shines close by truly
your goals come clear perfect vision
these souls around you talk you listen
one dream of greatness
death is far from lateness
you yell in pain as well as slain
the night is dark the fight can spark
a fear no hope a tear to cope
give up give up no repetition
stabbed in the back by hatreds ambition
tricked from the start is failure your mission?
people walked around you they spin you sang
asking questions in gray color of yin an yang
gotta big plan you guessed it baby your right
really am fighting going crazy tonight
running the track, running a family, running insanity
calm breath holding composure my life's a stunning calamity.
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