Goal in Mind
Once there was a girl,
with no troubles in the world.
She would show up to have fun in the sun,
but was lost with no where to run.
When one day she found
something she wanted to bound.
A goal in mind
in which she can strive.
Then, and only then could others whisper
that she had become a twister.
Old makes way for new,
that she knew.
For with this goal in mind,
that little girl was no longer blind
and could become a master of her own kind.
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