True Fill
The Art above the clouds
Shines my mind with imagination,
The animals in my surroundings
Fills me with delight of alliviation,
The movements of my life
Is like a video game that I strive to achieve,
My family, God, and success
is all but my priority that I choose to never leave,
And all that I do,
Following the right path and learning the good,
Will lead me to my goal
My true fill,
My plain, sweet soul.
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