Inspired
People can see the world however they choose,
Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes
Or walk their own way instead.
People are born with potential,
and they either let it die or let it turn into something torrential.
Me? I chose to foster it.
People tend to ask me,
“Where did your success come from?”
Me, I say, I’m the one.
The easiest option is almost always the less fruitful;
And if I’m being truthful,
I’ve never been one to take it easy.
I’ve worked hard to get to my present situation:
I didn’t throw it all away on temptation.
Sure, I’m the one who got here, but I couldn’t’ve done it alone.
It’s the way my sister laughs and my brother smiles,
the way my love drives for miles
with my hand in his.
These people made me and I made my way in the world.
I was born with potential and created something special.
As long as I’m inspired by myself and those around me, I’ll never get tired.
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