Times are there when you feel like a surd,
Thoughts come to your mind, searching for words.
Search beneath in your heart, a crowd of thoughts awaits you,
But in your mouth, it’s just emptiness.
A voice that dissolves in the hues,
resembling the watery blues.
Thoughts, they find the words, although few,
When a confidence seeps through, in you.
Unheard, feels like a detention,
All needed is a proper attention.
Find the way, a corridor of life,
Excellence in your passion, towards it, STRIVE.
You’ll understand that you have found your way,
When something, in the end, makes you say,
“UP IN THE AIR, WITH A CLENCHED FIST,
I, TRULY BELIEVE THAT, I EXIST”
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