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The Highway To Success.

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Oct 31, 2012

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The Highway To Success.

Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.

So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous legend brought and told.

How can I believe any of your declarations?
When I know this will be a short lived collaboration.
However I yearn for your belief and your validation.
I appreciate you taking my dream in to consideration.
But you see we are on the same path of self gratification.
If the path was to decrease, you will dismiss me with no hesitation.
It's not because you are deliberately seeking to further your own vocation.
It's just how we are; consider it another part of our instinctive adaptation.

Kela Lewis-Morin

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