make up your mind
from this day
forward
take your step
and walk
away, let not bad company
destroy you,
be yourself, shape your body
clean your mind
and be free
there is no use carrying
that past and be
so slow
you are never meant
to be a
turtle
your mother
was once the best flyer
she was
a bird in the sky
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