Overcoming Ordinary
What I need, what I crave
The thing to which my soul is a slave
Can't be held and can't be bought
It's a driving force consumed with thought
It reveals itself in many ways......money, purpose, magical days
Knowing you'll strive, accept nothing less
I can't live without my dreams of Success
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