Forgotten lore from long ago,
Reminded daily of where I flow.
Encouraged daily by your presence;
Established constantly by your essence.
Many a time I wish I new,
What it was, I was to do.
Capture freedom or living slave?
Rocket mounted but Misbehaved…
Wicked style that pervades my empathy,
Foolish folly all leads eventually
To you, my friend, and hopefully stay.
But a fool’s part, I choose to play,
To the point of which I do not know where I begin and end.
When it’s all over, I hope you’ll say, “You never disappointed me.”
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