Dreams and capabilities all stashed into this egotistical personality
Projected into the light shone to others for them to perceive
In a positive none judgmental way,
But at the bonds of reality they will construe
what you mean and your means of survival
By opinions of others to be an absolute ignorance
that perfection exists.
No way this is it.
The means of fate at the hands of these human beings
They don't have knowledge of your potential.
They only have inductions of actions you partake in at that moment,
Which could be a personal lag of unknown self worth.
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