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Breadcrumbs of SUCCESS on my MOUSTACHE

 

Nothing was as it were yesterday

These were the time’s they prayed

Nothing changed

Still the same day

I lived for my life was made

Out of bricks and ash

In the end i was left with some breadcrumbs

Of success on my moustache


Skipping day’s in school like mad

Falling behind on schedules like that

It was just natural for mine

To waste all my time

Writing the rhyme


Studies and other stuff like that could wait

Couldn’t keep my interest

I thought it was bunch of crap heavens made

For not the souls like this

So i went to the libraries instead

Sat there with my notebooks for about 3 years time

Writing many stories nothing could i finish

In the end just revolving into these rhyme’s


Now a better way i find

Through my dreaming mind

Visualize

Scene’s give them emphasize

All the wrong facts leave that behind

It’s time to get re-spiritualized

And leave this type brooding for the emotionally

Unstable gals and guys


We more better than this

Staying strong against the headwinds

Pushing through any resistance

No need for assistance
Figuring it out for ourselves

One piece at a time

Better to fail being yourself than succeeding in being some other guy

That’s what they say

But really who you took for your self

Just a mirage and awakened from sleep of winter time

Success, victory in the end you find

Cause for the battle’s that matter

They are fought inside


So now awaken from slumber of winter time

And let’s head onwards to the spring seasons

Planting the seeds of the next years hope

Stilling the water of the mind tightening the rope

Filling fulfilling the plans of them most high throne

Originality come’s when you have slayed enough clones

Maybe as a reward you will live in heavenly abodes

Representing that with a nice home

Where the best books of future will be written

By those that still got their brainlobes


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