Be I,
my only iron.
Be I,
that which competes,
only with self.
Be such,
past,
future.
For,
the child.
Oh,
the child.
Such,
formed an invaluable foundation.
Altered,
the subconscious mind,
to be deemed,
one of a kind.
Be,
this present form,
due only,
to his stride.
To,
the pride within such.
To,
the inability to give up.
To,
this relentless energy,
which sought only,
that which one deems,
true.
To,
do such,
by seeking,
the hardest road.
Oh,
to cry.
To,
torture the mind,
the body.
To,
be so lost,
so tethered to darkness,
that no spark was seen.
No,
light present.
Oh,
the pain within such.
The,
constant struggle to become.
To be,
what one knew,
one was.
I,
shall forever be indebted,
to such.
To,
the child,
within one.
To,
this energy,
which sought,
to be the sun.
Be I,
tethered in such a way.
Able,
to alter my present form,
so future me,
can play.
For,
tomorrow,
future me,
shall be indebted,
to me...
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