Around it light dim darkness profounded, the clock on the wall is invisible so from minutes to hours it's countless, the electric wire hangs connected to one another held up by a wooden pole, it goes on and on but noone knows where it goes, from the gutter attempting to look above visualized in and as a dream, in the darkness under cars traveling trying to see, all the movements that must be made to get on top to the streets, moments tear metal links, now the idea is thought of and getting to the streets is something that he knows, all the things he has intention for can't just be for show, but achievement must be achieved intrinsically, from the inside it's sought out to be the extrovert reality, whats he's doing is learning to take action that is proactive, by acting out his goal in repetition it's turning out to be perfect practice, after practice it's time to step into the real arena, blood splattered the ground many have fallen in this colosseum, but the inscription is said may they not talk about the doer, the one who falls again and again gaining more assurance with each maneuver, may not the critic get the glory, but the gladiator in this story, hands placed on the streets,from the shadows he sees himself as shadows and dust how easily he can get to his feet, with the neurons flaring all the precise physicality is set into action, the dopamine kicks in without the desire to have negative resignation, serotonin is something that will be achieved when the goals are met, reality is like a plane but it's visualize as a jet, the statistics make the mind comprehend things that are more realistic, perfection can be attained on our own risks just vivid, in a content estate able to remain in bliss with the gift of talent, a soldier dedicated trying to find his way home, with all attempts feeling as short as a nome, because he can't see something in his mind he won't let himself believe, although he wishes to at the same time he wishes not to be niave, familiar thoughts that give thought direction with sense, all the soldier needs to make it home is exlusive context..
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