Wouldn't you like to say you can do with your mind what you can when video games occupy your boredom? Wouldn't you like to walk away? Wouldn't you be ecstatic to shatter the mask of anger into fractured fragments? I too would agree. Sometimes, it's hard to leave behind customary tendencies. Oh, you know that piss poor excuse. It goes something like "This is just how I am, this is how I was made to be." How imprecise! In attempts to vindicate comes the truth of actuality. None of us mightier than we would sometimes fantisize. No ascendency. In trial and effort comes resolution, cause efforts can reap results unimaginable.   

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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