Life is like a hurdle race
Tangible and invisible hurdles
In your way
Even a childhood dream isn't simple
If you have passed all the hurdles
The world will be your oyster
But sometimes as you look back
You found that you have failed some
And you didn't jump the last hurdle
Because the whistle blew
And already time's up
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