2016 why i write
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I greet the day still sleepy in a way
waving towards the bright sun.
While others sog, and slouch out of bed
I greet the moring determind to get ahead.
Nine to five with no end in sight is what others do.
A song I sing that would make no sense/As a song/Couldn't control the feelings inside/So a piece of paper I hoped would provide/ I write my words like a toddler walking/ Slowly, slowly stumbling/ Soon I gain speed and rhyme/ The world looks differ
