Into the deep blue sky,
so beautiful and peaceful.
White, rollin' clouds try,
to cover and seem almost nocturnal.
Green pastures full of life,
livestock roam and eat.
Never knowing the meaning of strife,
and the pleasure of completing a feat.
But our species and nature,
is to have these trials and tribulations.
Nevertheless we are never sure,
as most lose concentration.
These things build the human spirit,
and make us eternally strong.
It's the plan we see fit,
whether it's right or wrong.
Happiness, pleasure, pain and sadness,
is part of everyone.
For many these are endless,
and few that choose to run.
But why be afraid?
Why not look into the face of fear?
There is a person to be made,
and a way to make the mind clear.
Look into your greatest fear,
and tell yourself you are not scared.
Do not dare to shed a tear,
or worry about how you fared.
Let your mind go free,
and your fears deteriorate.
And you will definitely see,
the certainty of your fate.
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