Stream of strive's
I woke up with a dream,
To move Like a stream.
Flowing across the Places,
Striving to reach the Aces.
With my head held high,
To Give It a try.
Taking my choices,
Asking for chances.
To have an option,
but not a Portion.
moving across the planes,
To overcome the pains
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