Structure and habit,
the gold of all mines,
most say I have it,
others state me blind.
my passions and goals,
are impossible to meet,
but teaching myself,
is a skill I can't beat.
I set my standard high,
higher then most,
work ethic and drive,
never reaching my post.
but for me it's purpose,
why not have a challenge?
if life becomes easy,
my mind is unbalanced.
without going easy,
you'd be surprised to find,
it's not a hard life,
it's a life learned to shine.
I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom,
You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom?
The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride,
May this envy be contagious?
These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?
I might recon that is so,
Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
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