Am I wasting time?

I sit here an I could rhyme all day

But I'm not getting nowhere if I waste time and play,

I wish I could see a vision and not sit 

Waste time feeding pigeons,

Guide my footsteps to a place 

Where I'm able to race not for me but Grace,

I'll lace my shoes and dodge the grooves 

Of this Maze captive in a daze

I end up nowhere and stare amazed 

Maybe it's just a faze but I'll one day 

Graze at my achievements and what I've done

Everyone will clap their hands and look at what I've begun

A new path to a new road full of gold

An I'll be able to uphold my victory,

Be traced down in history it's a mystery but I'll study 

My end be different from my kin 

My skin won't reflect my selective thought 

Been taught to strive and dive into glory 

Don't think this poem is boring, 

Just giving you a honesty story.

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