Born predisposed
Rather by the code, or the gold
To be the greatest, to be the best
Ancient legends , A legacy beckons
A call more than a phantom haunt
Brings through not of brawn
But of spirit and heart
Faults align the stars tonight
Childhood broken lines of forgotten promises
Clock in, Clock out
Day to day , Do it again
Like that carousel never ridden
Champions line up in chariots
At stance ready in salute
Oh so glorious
Real heroes ride in the back
Sprawled in taxi cabs, Slumped in the children's chants
Sleeping the line, Just to get pass the moonlight
Sporting out of the concrete wasteland
Toxic , Radioactive
Those are the champions
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
