The Potential.
The potential sits and looks
At himself in the mirror,
Physically,he's without terror
But his heart is full of horror.
His future,bright and glorious,
His decisions blight and delirious,
This made everything ridiculous,
But he tends to tight up and be
Meticulous,for to mend the heart is
Harmonious,and the potential ends up
Glorious....
For glory's sake,he is a potential.
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