So I was gazing at the stars,
Then it hit me,
I wanted to go to mars,
Do you feel me?
I wanted to get the top,
It looked creamy.
I wanted it all for myself,
Nothing to stop me.
So now I walk the road,
Carrying a load.
A load of promise,
A load of hope,
A load with which I hope to cope.
And I will not fail,
I’ll fight tooth and nail,
I`ll fight till I drop,
Or I get to the top,
I`ll get what`s mine,
I`ll rhyme this line,
I`ll never settle for a nine.
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