Grinding Gears
Living a lifestyle defined as privileged,
Yet that is not always the truth.
Buried beneath a blurred glass, a passion lies premature.
Unturned, yet not unnoticed.
Working in harmony, solving the unsolvable.
That is my drive.
What makes the gears grind? One cry? Smile or scowl?
One word may or may not provide the desired answer-
Psychology.
Whatever path is chosen, one thing is certain,
I will live long, live large, and
Live Purposefully.
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