I remember siting in the kitchen,
After washing dishes.
My mom went out and my dad went fishing.
Only me at home so my lyrics had me lifted.

I know I got to go to college, so I have to pay tuition.
That's a part of my goals in life, yes that's my mission.
A partition to listen,
And it doesn't matter what people think because that's my decision.

It's like listening to the news and the **** they'll be telling me.
About some young, dumb, broke kid who got charged for a felony.
Like really and truly and really,
The things in life that doesn't fit so easily.

Maybe a shovel to dig or a piece of a puzzle.
And if life bites too hard the put it in a muzzle.
Because I hope it help to build up your strength,
Or make sure the race that you're running has a good length.

And if you're scared of fear, you better be aware,
Of the thins that play late in the night then disappear.
To be fair, don't get a heartache of the space in the dark place.
And if you get a heartache, take pills for it or take a bow to accept the case, of displacing,
To write the wrongs and the correction of your mistakes.

So don't forget about the mysteries of the clues.
Like the time you never got wet and some how you got the flu.
Maybe from the dew or the zoo from the suspicious kangaroos.
Who never looked at no one else but loved to look at you.

And finally the time to be thinking out loud or thinking in quietly.
Therefore, substitute the lies for the truth and the honesty.
But remember the time lies saved you from the enemy.
This won't be hard for me, but I'm asking to keep love and respect for the way you think of poetry.

In a world of many weathers, my weathers are boring.
In a very deep sleep and I began snoring.
I lay my head on my fluffy pillow,
And all I could dream is the longing for snow.

In my country, it's windy and wet,
And sunny season roles in and we all get the rush of sweat.
Although it's never and excuse to fete, I bet.
Like dreadful flees in an old woman's hair net.

Now when it gets dark in places with high grass.
A never ending buzz from a friend that's night fast.
Who's very annoying and loves to have you below,
A cover, because they are mosquitoes.

Just two weathers, two plucked bird feathers.
That fall to the ground but not ignored by anyone.
Imagine spring time when the flowers bloom,
And autumn night when we'll stare at the moon.

And the falling of the leaves, down they go!
To prepare the natures instruments for the coming of snow.
But the best time of all is known as the summer,
Due to it's end and school reopen, that's just a huge bomber.

Any way of all things, I will always love my sports.
My favorite's football, because I just love scoring.
But I awoke from my sleep and an end to the snoring.
Back to a world with many weathers, but my weathers are boring

The race isn't for the fastest,
But for those who can endure it until the end.
Boy like a cheater and a world record beater,
On the running track with his sponsored spiked sneakers.
Ready for the race and the crowd's screaming BOLT!!
An athlete's little secret later on was unfold.

Deceiver in the eyes and loyal in disguise.
A proper pro player, with heavy bonds and ties.
Not in it for it but in it for the fame,
Forgetting about the hard-work, sweat, loss and pain.
An athlete's little secret, later on explained.

People, can you trust in the one you trusted before?
Or even the one who stand among you today?
Their lies and deceits are like roaring storms,
And they are like animals that are very hard to tame.
But they took it upon themselves playing a dangerous game.
An athlete's little secret, later on in shame.

They took drugs like all around the clock.
The more drugs they took, the more enhanced they got.
But then they got exposed and hid in shame.
I guess that drugs didn't help their strive to fame.
Left in the dark and loss all but everything,
Can people still trust? Can a second chance be given?
An athlete's little secret, later on forgotten.

An athlete's little secret, later all on the news,
An athlete's little secret, so much they had to loose.
A athlete's little secret, once a try and a glance,
An athlete's little secret, there is no second chance.
An athlete's little secret, there's no more to say,
An athlete's little secret, the bed you made to lay.

The world once had great and untouchable athletes.
Who had admiring levels of personas.
Who truly understood what hard-work brings,
And who went through pain and unbearable things.
But there are some who stoop really low,
Just so they can bring a medal home.
Bronze or silver, none or gold,
An athlete's little secret later on was told.

Based on this topic and what I have learnt.
The lost of young athletes made me felt hurt.
But it's not fake it's all reality.
This fight isn't against powers nor principalities.
But a fight to teach honesty and give all of your heart.
An athlete's little secret, a fight to make it last.