I look and see
I look and see,
But no one really struggled like me.
In this open book,
The words have me shook.
Trying to study
Maybe if I had the money.
This book makes me queasy
I thought it’d be easy.
But this book is still teaching.
The adventure will be rough.
I’ll have to be tough.
Although the journey may be sour
I look at the hour
Only to see
Me continuing my dream.
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