P.o.e.t.s Please Open Ears Too Succeed

P.o.e.t.s Please Open Ears Too Succeed

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A poet Will live Some poets dont die Some poets will struggle Some poets will cry But the ink on the papers is the same And the mind , sets us different Reading life thru words Experiencing the flower inside the dark room Bloom into a rose While sitting behind a field of Lilly's Waiting to change into that rose Life has its options No butterfly started that way Stop waiting on the ticks of forever They wont sail while paddling on concrete The bump in the road is in hostage The hands of a slave is in bondage The voice of a mime is enclosed While the mind of a poet gets told Cant build a house with the water Swim on air will not do A poets mind thinks wisely The lion dosent belong in a zoo. Be ya self never let no one tell you aint going to make it out of somewhere u aint meant to be in... Greater is coming .
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