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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate. All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree, halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity. For who under their own free will would venture into this spiraling sameness: this illustriously-in-debt, this Regal Club of the Nameless? I bellowed my voice into the air (This great atrocity!). But not a single student seemed to care: So well fashioned they were, adorned in their prized medals of mediocrity. Along with their unwillingness to ever stray, all too content to be but rainbows dreaming of gray. I hung my head in such morose emptiness. As I fashioned myself: the uniquely ubiquitous. And what a fool I was to join the crowd - and yet so halfheartedly. Striving for the cirrus clouds, the silver moon, and then the galaxy. For my actions didn't match my cerebral creativity I was statue still cursed with a meandering mind (and other such extremities). Exploding with hopes large enough for two I sat clearly convinced languid leaps would do. But one cannot daintily decide to dream the Dream for it is merely the seed, another earthly deed. You're not allowed to walk away, gandering as it grows, for we are likened as the summer sun - keeping the rivers a'flow. "Picturing profits in your hands do not till the all too ready land" explained the elderly gent with leathered palms, "Someday soon you will understand." And though we aim to be ourselves gravity inevitably brings us to the grid. Imagination like a heavy rain; we the paper people so helplessly hid. But fear not ye denizens of the cherished cubbyhole: where you keep under lock and key your dust-laden soul. If one burgeoning blunder tore it all asunder surely one single spirited spark could heal even the most dormant of hearts. So fare thee well oh Cookie Cutter Coop - Another day on that wretched plain, and I'd surely die. I'm glad just to sever sameness in one fell swoop by hanging on a star in the midnight sky. NOTE: I always enjoyed using alliteration when I could... and with this particular one I went a little bit nutty... but I think it turned out okay.
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