Emotional Rescue

I don’t know much about perseverance.
But I’ll do it for emotional rescue.
I’m not much of a Lion, but I’m attacking because I feel like my attack has been given the clearance.
I don’t want to wait, and I’m going for destiny instead of falling on miscues.
I believe in my journey, and I trust the Universe’s cue.
It’s a paradox really because there’s nothing I’d rather do.
However, there was a time I thought I’d major in Peace Studies like I was going to be the one to break the US trade embargo and free Cuba.
Then I found myself, and I called for a redo.

Send me on my way off dancing with my Tuba.
Get a taste of life as if it’s a tangled deliciousness of trees with tasty leaves covered in honeydew.
Still visit Cuba to make your art where it’s beautiful, and you and the people there can dance the nights away with rumba.
Now off to France to write Romance, so I bid you all adieu.

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