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Mind is a miracle machine, it is always working If you aren't aware of it you don't really know what you are thinking You can let it manufacture doubts and get lost in a smoky cloud Or make it sense the differences and hear everything speak out to you aloud The path you take was yours to take alone Your own path can't guide anyone else to their home You see a man broken and beaten down by time and his wasted efforts Open your eyes and see him still standing like war stricken forts Planning and working every moment to get prepared to reach his aims You might be thinking he is procrastinating and playing games He isn't playing he is creating the way to his dreams If you could hear his thoughts, you would know how loud are his screams He might be waiting, collecting all his will for what he wants and more You might question him, why stay stuck? What are you waiting for ? In his mind he might see change different to you, no slow routines lead him to his goal It is a jump to catch the moon and getting closer after every fall You are taking steps to reach safety, staying close to the shore He sees you from the depths of the ocean wondering what are you waiting for ? Not everyone is made to fit the routines and the rules of society He is here to challenge and change what you perceive as reality
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Born to change the world
Mind is a miracle machine, it is always working If you aren't aware of it you don't really know what you are thinking You can let it manufacture doubts and get lost in a smoky cloud Or make it sense the differences and hear everything speak out to you aloud The path you take was yours to take alone Your own path can't guide anyone else to their home You see a man broken and beaten down by time and his wasted efforts Open your eyes and see him still standing like war stricken forts Planning and working every moment to get prepared to reach his aims You might be thinking he is procrastinating and playing games He isn't playing he is creating the way to his dreams If you could hear his thoughts, you would know how loud are his screams He might be waiting, collecting all his will for what he wants and more You might question him, why stay stuck? What are you waiting for ? In his mind he might see change different to you, no slow routines lead him to his goal It is a jump to catch the moon and getting closer after every fall You are taking steps to reach safety, staying close to the shore He sees you from the depths of the ocean wondering what are you waiting for ? Not everyone is made to fit the routines and the rules of society He is here to challenge and change what you perceive as reality
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
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