If I aspire to succeed
In implementing actions I take and reactions I fake
When I dispense of feeds and seeds of weeds I ought to bleed
As crucibles of uncertainties prolong the mistake
I cultivate and motivate in crates of habits
Over and over again I grow
In my mind watering and aerating bits
I ought to eradicate from the reason row
Where my future lies in abundance
Waiting for the salient sign
To engage at full throttle the dance
That mind and body align and assign
When I make up my mind to quit
Conniving with masochism
And embark on the mission to meet
Conditions to rekindle my respect for the catechism.
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