a structure forms under the ambition
hard enough for heaven's voice not to fall
A hand is not a tool but a life
An avenue to prosperity
Higher point in life
Question your existance
Does god have your back?
Your greatest hope
urging you to plant something today
One step toward where you will already be
the portrait painted over the draught
with colors you got obsessed with over time
Distraction manufactures an eye off the ball effect
You put yourself on the field
You invent the sport
fall in love with the rules
and realize it's not the game you dreamed it would be
you conquered so much
Yet no one else knew you were playing
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