THOUGHT OF A COLLEGE KID
Tomorrow holds more blessing
I shall live a blissful coloured life
When I leave the four corners of
This boredom of a place called school
The world shall be at my finger tips
My pen Shall rest once still I shall
Come back to it when I have fallen
Into the world and see what is made of.
And
I shall explore my potential
Live life at very best to me.
Nothing shall be impossible to
Achieve only with hard work.
I shall starve my distractions
But feed my determination to the core
For with her shall I rise to stardom
The death of my focuse is never born.
I shall conquer with hope and Drive
Shall not be split like a milk in a plate
I will rise like god and rule my world
The world is Waiting to hear my voice
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