Striving


On my way to School
First day at that
Well dress, neat, books, backpack.
Already know my aim
Things already not the same
Gotta elevate,
No time to be a lame
Would I have friends?
Being able to relate
Gotta stay focus
Much to discuss,.
Would I achieve my Goals
Or become a victim to lust.
Regardless of what happens
It all depends on me
Making a change, with the right energy.
Gotta be my best
With the right state of mind
So I listen well and choose to be kind,
Success, pride and wealth
Plenty love that I found
No limits to my elevation
So I'm homeward bound.

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