Excellence
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Under a sky,
Of burning stars.
The moon sheepishly,
Giving way to the Sun,
As time races away.
It was dawn.
Waking up,
Not something I want to.
But something I had to.
This organization is a special one,
you see
it's only for the ones who bravely take the challenge
the initiative
of getting good GPAs and apply to four year institutions
not
It takes baby steps,
I started out crawling at the ground
Wanting to be different, so
I walked into dozens of
Audition rooms to distinguish
My playing from others.
"Be perfect and proper!"
"Be quiet and calm!"
"Always stay in order!"
-That's the idea put in my palm.
"Why are you so loud?"
"Be more like the crew!"
-Forcing me to not be proud
I find that with every opsticle that I serpass the more I can grasp my Goals.
My everyday strife was like sitting in a steam room with a broken knob,
as I suck up my sob and remeber the words of God,
