The fire of the internal burn,
The heat, desire, will to learn.
Gratitude of pain.
No time to find the one that can tame.
The ring master roll up roll up,
Trying his hardest to empty the cup.
Pure heart filled cup of intent,
a chalice to the rim,
with a light not able to dim.
To fly too high can be the most dangerous thing,
Long way down when you forget how to sing.
Never forget your the eagle that soars,
The lion that roars.
Hang in there for longer,
keep growing stronger.
He cannot tame with his dark games,
of doubt, of darkness,
Keep being thankful, have forgiveness.
Its not your time yet,
Not worth a gamble, a bet.
Block out the circus & merry-go-round,
Be prepared still, stay safe & sound.
©fearsother
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