Plan On It.

Sun, 01/12/2014 - 23:07 -- md58417

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Pencil to paper,

Lead into words.

Words into mind,

Mind into birds.

These birds take off

and fling into dreams;

Dreams that inspire,

Strewn into steam;

The steam of my efforts.

The churn of my mind.

My body. My engine.

It all works in rhyme.

Gritting and grinding,

Hear my gears turn.

Hissing and whining,

Feel my lungs burn.

To learn and to live;

I will fight for this chance.

Plan on it. Bet on it.

Either way, I dance.

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