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In Stride
5/6/24
I got to grind
All the time
In order to rise
As it coincides and goes with time
An ode that's signed
With an open mind
Looking at it from both sides
Otherwise
I'll just nosedive
If I fuss and whine
When there's still much to find
The world hospitable for some, to others it wasn't kind
May not notice when your young yet blind
When your an adult, it can hit you from all sides
Changing the whole vibe
Might seem all good and fine
But realize, just like animals not all are nice
Don't get caught up and fall behind
Keep your eyes
On the prize
They'll attempt to fool with a concept of pie
Staying down to Earth, can't have an ego that's sky high
Stuck in cloud nine
Claiming the fault is never mine
Yet it is at times
Putting all B.S. aside
More determination and effort applied
I'll get nowhere if I never try
Don't need to ask "WHY?"
I can't quite describe
The process behind
All the intricate designs
The bees out to pollinize
Close and far from copper mines
With rocks having lifeforms that got fossilized
Exposure to oxygen, causes foods to oxidize
Sad how many dropped like flies
From rockslides
Or due to no compromise
Too much loss of life
Some will say it's the cost and price
What to expect if you're constantly disinclined?
Maybe you thought it would be different this time
You can take it all for what it is or in stride
Does little good to always hide
Have some pride
Stop letting foolish things slide
Speak up, have a spine
From the truth, quit being the one who shied
No matter whether they had it coming for being snide
Away from or nearby the tide
Do your best to enjoy the ride
Soar and glide
Don't be afraid to reach new heights, go climb
Quit telling white lies
As the light shines
All the way until it's night time
My my
How time flies
Before you know it, it's all bye bye
Not sure if we were able to, but the planets can align
With people, it's like we're still in the sand and there's a line
Always being drawn out, one never ending divide
For too long he was denied
By Jesus I abide
I was looking at it wrong, but he helped guide
When I was bugging out feeling empty inside
Another lost soul swept out to tide
I could just never be satisfied
I've
Spent all kinds
Of dollar signs
And time
Getting fried
Certain things you can't take back or buy
Too much swine
Yet I've no need to leave them out to dry
Among the pines
With the wolves and flies
Nothing left as far as a trace or sign
For now I just wanted to drop a little rhyme
Shout out to Juice, Mr. Triple 9
Copyright ©
Dalton Ogletree
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