Don't Be Lazy
I'm being so lazy
It's driving me crazy
I can't even describe this weird and boring vibe
I sit outside thinking to myself
Looking at the stars and wondering how they are placed so perfect
Standing up, I reach to the sky
Sadly, i'm to lazy to fly
I feel so small compared to the broad sky
I start to realize that like a star, i'm a chosen select
The open sky is a world
All of the stars are us individuals
We are all selects
All of us stars struggling and fighting to keep our spot in the open sky
I can no longer be lazy.. I must try
For if I don't try then I lose my spot in the open sky
I musn't lose my spot
My dreams are just within reach
I continue to stand, reaching higher and higher
I still cannot touch the stars
But, what is this?
A shooting star that I see, flying in the air as free as can be
I may not be able to reach it yet.. but that shooting star gives me hope
I'm young and I am learning
I will reach the stars one day
And when I do, remember my name
Because, I will be the star that people then reach for
People will see I achieved my dreams
I will give them hope to achieve theirs
But, the key is to not be lazy
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