hardwork, a struggle in times
of self-fulfillment
You know what you want
but you have so little to get there
its in your hands
so close! within reach
only one ounce of mistake
will damage, withhold your dream

something that's worth waiting for
You grasp this feeling
reflect on the moment at last
soaking it up like a sponge
inhaling the sweet scent
opening your mind to the taste
because you cannot get enough

You crash! overflowed by the dream
blinded by its awesome power,untamed
lost sight of what was
and now until time unfolds
you live what is....

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