When all things act like a newborn time
To enjoy this particular moment of imperial perfection that is only given to those in an endless rejection
To look upon the earth with glee
For all the freedom is within me
To look at the endless sky that is way up high
Noticing that I have much more to do before I die
Noticing that ones potential in life is so huge and vast
But why do so many come in last?
So few succeed, and yet when they do, others are jealous and aghast when they’re treated like an outcast.
You ask any old man that as lived through summer, winter, and fall and he would say that fames and riches are like shadows on a wall
People say that studies equal success but rather its how you