The way you rise from that safe, slumber reminds me keenly of my family, on their younger days,
Disarmed and vulnerable, you rise to a muse, which shows itself as your mother whom gently wakes up the potential in your mind that she would preach to you,
Those rusty, honest walls, guide your movement forward,
With every creek that echoes throughout the stable foundation, your reminded how temporary these careless days could last
Any hint of drowsiness evaporates inside your personal shower,
Prattling away any troubles that might be heard at this early hour,
Engulf your being with these fresh, falling friends,
A mantle of love who support any strive you dare begin
No matter where you go, your feet are stained with older blood,
The one’s that forget their pursuit, and drags around in the forest mud,
Your grown from the same roots that make us walk and talk,
So don’t waste your new chance; something other people wish they got
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