As I sit here 12 o'clock Soon to be one I stair down Into this brewed cup of oil.
Tugging at my intellect. Thoughts of wealth and prosperity My vision is full. Trying to focus On needs And putting wants second.
Risk is a game of thinking Plotting strategies Movements forward.
Do what it takes Obtain my goals And set the new.
Never losing sight Of happiness or joy.
It is the light at the end A realized vision. A dream fulfilled.
Apprehensive of misfortune Living in a bubble.
Outside is a wonderful place I am sure. I will never know
Stepping out is a risk. One I don't know if I can take
Cold sweat running Down the back of my neck. Soon to reach my ankles.
The timid young boy Paid the sixth grade bully. Never ate his lunch.
All hopes are barred Deep in agony and pain.
Bitter sickness holds me in While others play in the sun.
Never take a risk Never overcome a challenge I will lose.
Like the droplets Of breast milk The most pure and fulfilling.
Creating desire When hunger is at it peak.
Like infants they are seeds Growing stronger With every moment And piece of knowledge.
Nurturing our minds With a honey so sweet That our vision becomes Impaired.
A fine line is walked Between the real And the obscure.
A question of action or passive thought A separation of possibility. It is or is not!
1000 years of living In a pit darkness. 0ne day I walked out.
I found strength In the warmth of insight.
One goal achieved The ability to overcome.
At age 12 Wanted that shiny corm bike. The one that lived In the window of old Earl's Bike Shop.
Glistening like a star among stars. It is a machine Possessing power Everything I desired.
Working harder than 20 oxen I mowed lawn and painted fences Took the complaints
In the end I had what all others Lusted after.
My determination My hopes And my dreams.
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