and perceptions of me
Are the fuel to my rocket ship.
Blasting off into space,
I know what I want,
And I know my place.
It is a constant chase
that will never end.
My aspirations malleable
they will always mend.
Always improving, I never stop,
sometimes trip, then drop with a heavy flop.
my body hits the ground, and goes plop.
"Oh the pain, Oh the agony"
The constant obstacles of life do not bother.
Deep within my heart burns a mighty fire,
Inspiring a rage of passion to achieve my goal.
I stare life dead in the eyes,
And with no fear say,
"Give me all that you've got."
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