Mediocre Me, Silly Me
Thinking of what the top looks like, and everytime the scent of fear comes back.
Mediocre me, weakly me, silly me, frequently thinking and dreaming of greatness weekly - The fire burning in my chest as I dive deeply into daydreaming.
But I want this to be real, I want to be more than just a dream, I want to be more than just me.
Fear creeping in, death driving me deep, despair pulling my feet, but I hear that the heavens only honour men that grit their teeth - for this reason I refuse to remain just silly, weakly, mediocre ME.
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