I want to be the stuff legends are made of
And go on to become one, one day
I wonder what it is like to be happy
So much that I don’t care if I don’t live to see the very next day.
I want to breathe the stuff dreams are made of
And live a life built out of them, one day
I wonder what it is like to feel the win within
And keep the moment frozen in time till my dying day.
I don’t wonder about the meaning
Or the purpose of my life
All I know is what I want-
The power to walk assured on the edge of a knife.
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Now this is poetry.
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