I start my run
Now I'm set free.
That's the fun
I'll grow into a tree.
I'll never give up,
I'll always try.
I'll never stop,
I'll never cry.
I wanna reach my aim
So, I start today.
I don't want the fame
'Cause I hate the fake.
I spread my wings wide
I jump high.
Showing that I never hide
Keeping my target to the sky.
I follow my will,
I write my own fate.
I keep it for real
I'm strong in any state.
I don't hear-
People's crap.
I fight my fear
And I watch my step.
I possess great ability
I stand up myself.
I don't want your facility
Of your wretched pelf.
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Contemplation
Poetry786/110 A collection of crazily different poems (just like a pack of Skittles) and serene thoughts of mine. There are long poems along with short and thoughtful along with funny. Furthermore, some of my thoughts. Hope. You. LIKE'em.