Finish Lines & Test
There is no finish line
There is no big success
No more reason to run
And no reason to doubt
That life was a lie to confess
This world is a contest,
Which has grown grotesque
With the fact that people run
To nothing, lungs worn, shoes torn
Heart banging on the chest.
This is a mess
I’ll die fed up
Play this little chess
But I’m not a pawn
And everyone wants to be king
No less
But read my crest
It is not to reach the end
Or to do your best
It is to see the life you live
And to live the life of test.
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The Yeti
Facts about me: -I'm 18 -I am a young filmmaker, mainly centered around Cinematography & Directing -I am also an Actor and head captain of my Forensics Team -I love poetry and most things creative (except sculpting because it's too amazing). -They call me The Yeti... reasons unstated unless asked otherwise. -I'd kill for bacon. Period. -I enjoy long walks to my bed. -Feel free to find me on FB (Although, there are low chances I'll friend you unless I get a DM specifying why I should,) -I love coffee -I'd kill for bacon. Period
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