My feet were used to chase and to run
after whom and from what
it wasn’t fun
preserved and rested they are
but now they walk many miles
the distance is quite far
the outside body is a steel wall
enduring the pain from each battle and each fall
within the body, beats my big heart
pound, pound
this was written before my birth, from the very start
up on top lies my mind
the master, the bold
creating a thin line between the reality it was told
and the fantasy it dreamed of
who needs eyes when you have a heart and a mind that guides you better than the stars above and the errors of history and time.
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