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The Vision


Everyone has a purpose in life

And to find it can be strife

When I started high school I thought I knew what to do

However, the reality was I had no clue

I definitely was not on the path to success

The worst part was, I had no clue of my mess

I went on like this into my junior year

When I first felt the click of the gear

I had gained consciousness for the first time…it was strange

I realized that I want to make a change

This was my purpose this was my calling

I planted my feet; I wasn’t going to risk falling

Fulfilling my purpose was an obsession no doubt

This purpose was something I couldn’t live without

 

Most of the footprints we leave on the coastline

Get washed away by generations that follow and outshine

When I die and it is my time

I want to say I left something significant behind

 

                                                      We all have goals and to some they’re just dreams

But this is a goal that I’m scoring by any means

I may not compose the idea that betters the world

But it is my destiny to help the visionary’s make their pearl

The only way to make this dream real is through school

I realized knowledge is a powerful tool

For that reason I have developed a hunger to learn

At this point in my life that is all that I yearn

My purpose is what helps me wake up

I work at it every day and help the vision buildup

Every night I stay up envisioning restlessly

Of how tomorrow ill be one step closer to fulfilling my destiny

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