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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