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A Pondering Mind

I hear the ocean’s call,

As if it knew I was ready to fall.

I want the money the fame and all,

But it’s like I’m standing in front of a wall-

Stopping me from reaching the success those crave to have,

But it’s like my mind is split in half.

One is living for me but the other is living for thee

Where am I supposed to be?

In a world that doesn’t want me to be me.

But wants to constraint me with its view and poison-

Creating an inner explosion.

Not many have the guts so they never make the cut

But what am I to a world that wants me to be curled up in my shadow

Making me feel as if my passions are to shallow

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A Pondering Mind

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