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Well everybody dreams
Everybody screams
To do something big
To attempt to swallow a thick
Piece of our hope
But it’s a steep slope
Upward
To becoming a big star
And it’s certain that we will hit a wall
We will have to crawl
When the times hit us hard
We will be thrown afar
We will have to start
From square one
Do the steps already done
And that’s where most of us fail
Hit the bottom of the scale
We will have to start anew
And sew
Our torn hopes again
Even though the process may be almost same
Well it shouldn’t be
We have to think differently
And take our decisions wisely
At times even be feisty
Cause the old things will work no more
This process will cause a sore
Back
And force us to crack
The toughest of walnut
But we must have the gut
To turn that shaggy hut
Into a castle hard to bust
But for that we have to spew
The energy to start a new
As many times as it takes
#awari
-yakaa: jujaan

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