Wheels That Turn - Poem by Adam DeBaere
I have no way to stop the wheels that turn.
Making it for me has been my only concern.
I try to stop this pain without knowledge on how.
This world was crazy before I even touched down.
I have to look out for someone besides myself.
Can I complete this task with the precision of stealth.
The ropes can be such a difficult thing to grasp.
Not knowing if you'll makie it or if you will last.
Don't stop fighting the battle is not yet complete.
Decide whether to be looud or be discrete.
Controling the vall is the very hardest part.
Following through with a plan gives you a head start.
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