My forays are flung upon their vicissitudes in life
Should they tread in the very dirt I tread in the very dirt
And we still rise beyond plumes and unhinged of the plumpy dirt
Do their background upset me that I might be jealous of their feat?
'Cause I Ve been befuddled as if I have the best specie for superhuman race in my loin
Pumping my adrenaline beyond the moon's and stars
And gallivanting hood beyond the limits of nature's brood,
I dream beyond nature with such terrifying forces
That I see the other end of the spectrum
Like every great dreamer,
Upon the shoulders of my siblings white power,sunny,jony and Florence showers and stars
I perch the yonder shores beyond the certainty of their.stunts
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