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To be a bird
free on the breeze
taking in the charm of trees
to feel the light and taste the air
is not a gift that we can share
shackled to the ground it seems
we must content ourselves with dreams
leaving you to own the sky
while we look up and long to fly
Being lazy only pays the going rate
but once you get the go in you
there's nothing that you cannot do.

If
motivation's just a magic trick,
it's slick, but nonetheless
it's still a trick,

you have to pick your moments
to facilitate those movements
that you want to make
and
once you've made them
you're
on the way.
Deep in the wilderness
Laid a forest hidden by Earth.
The hills formed its barrier
Trees formed its gate.
The forest's gentle breeze played a ballad
I wish I could have saved.
For when a prodigious storm
Set the wood ablaze.
The trickling drops of rain
Endeavored to quench the flames,
But all that was left of the forest
Was ashes in the rain.
Wrote this my senior year in high school
If someone asks what's the most painful thing that can ever happen to a person,
I think the answer would be
Fear of Dreaming,
As you are tired of seeing them shattering every time.
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