If it takes a lifetime
To bring dreams to fruition,
Then to hell with common sense.
My labours forever begin.
What do you know
Till you know you are wretched,
And in that very misery
Rise with the fall.
All things assist us
When we attempt to love,
Body's every bone is blessed
When we start to feel.
Bizarre, how fiercest ordeals
Tease out finest beauties,
Ceremony from cruel hands,
Music born out of war.
We are men,yes, not gods,
Yet born to emulate the heavens.
And in the pupil’s abyss
Ignite a universe.
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