The high life of our decisions
The parallel of this run of the mill car
Both our measures never quite. Go the distance
The ways of minds are. Mature but so distant
I am unable to build to a level of this
The work in progress runs faster than my mind can process
Yet in the instance of training I am commanded
Beyond the run of the mill
I can do everything that is required to grow
To this lesson of drawn comparison
Iam not broken
My words are bond
The actions are set in stone
The posted power that is my body is given
In the high life I can with stand all barriers
I am that strong
With a man that is distant I can maintain a sense of respect
I am that particular
The exact in his plans
The area that does not need adjustments
I can draws the power from him
Yet not drain not a ounce of his power
Bad ain't I....
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