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The Extra Mile


Slowy falling, heading arguously, Cramming nothing ito a head of space freely But hooked in a social loophole of discust for criticizim and innapropriate babble, of all the things not needed but continuously fed to children of all ages. Or maybe just the new ages? When laziness is a social wonder not to have. Why cant we just pick up our work and do it? Try harder than your peers whom want nothing to do with going the extra mile. The Extra Mile- the mile that could secure your place, your choosen place. But who now'a days wants the extra mile? Everyone seems to want the limit or less. A gamble, an addiction to your life on the line, because so many have already lost their life but still gamble to try and get it back- Something they cant gamble back.
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