What’s with the titles, the labels, the tags
They are mostly lonely, like won castles and their flags
No special glory then there is in being exactly the boss,
our ship’s captains we are, with own stormy ocean’s to cross
Why at all feel like we have something to prove,
when really, it’s to fate’s music we all must groove
Like wheels wobbling down the roads narrow and uneven,
harsh it may be, but its the journey we must believe in
For, when its on the toughtest roads we travel,
it is then that our best selves we unravel
So when you find yourself admist an endless war,
world leaves you bruised, and bleed turns to scar
Remember where you began, and see where you are,
look at that now, you have come sooo far…
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