RID ME OF EXCUSES
It might seem totally agreeable and legitimate
even that is not a reason upon which to leverage
Reasons not to do or say, leaves me with a bleak fate
It's simple, I'm journeying to be on or below average.
I'm in dire need to run out of excuses.
I'll keep groaning in supplication until with strength God fuses,
that one need met, a victor over my limitation
I walk free from the power of excuse wanting me in incarceration.
Now I come into the experience of the the powerlessness of the
once all powerful excuse.
Boldly I now chin up in my disposition and sternly refuse
enticing offers to voyage with excuse cruse.
Victoriously I stand with an oration - Forever I stand loose.
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