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In this world where there are three stages of life
With the sunshine lighting our path to hike
Teachers become a parent and books become a buddy
In a world where imagining becomes a hobby.
O I wish in the way I'm writing notes
From the board which they call black but green
I imagine myself taking down notes from my thoughts
Then publish them to inspire and teach to thee
Or it should be in a room full of mirrors
The body is like a wave in the ocean or a snake
The hips will sway and the feet like raindrops on the roof
Well, to thee to be known "choreographed by fame."
Ah I can see white like heaven from above
In the mirror I see myself like St. Pete that decides
With a syringe, stethoscope, and medical equipment to use.
To save one's health is a purpose I shouldn't refuse.
I ask myself, "What in the world do I really want?"
Perhaps I've become what I am yet I have more in mind
I am a bird that want to travel around
To see, to learn, to teach round and round.
Everybody is a blessing and precious to dream
No one should stop and pull them down
Like they always say time takes time to reach
Put in mind, "education is a key for dream to hunt."
What I want in the world is the way what everybody want
You and me in a place where happiness dance
We should strive hard enough to bring home the bacon
The future's inspiration, present be the judgment, and past be a lesson.
YOU ARE READING
Acquiescent Lullaby
Poetry[COMPLETED] keen words from heart and emotions; explanation? none, but acceptance. the twelfth of January, 2020. the seventeenth of June, 2020.
