Pixels and Their Power
My hands grip the controller,
Energy flows through my veins,
I feel all the power,
As the title screen begins,
I walk through fictional gates,
Where my new adventure awaits,
I can be a plumber,
Who saves the princess,
And cleans graffiti in the summer,
I can be a trainer,
Who strives for success
And never slumbers,
I can be a fighter,
Who is ready to impress,
And win before the timer,
Video Games are my escape,
Where my mind can wander,
And my hands can create.
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