i cannot cross the line
no matter how i pine
the glory does not come
just cuz you practice some
either the gray skies part
and burst a glorious start
or you wave a flag of glory
while no one reads your story
achievement can be won
but maybe not by this one
cherry red glow sticks
ivory crusted night picks
faith may light the way
but only connection play
see what I can do
juggling word stew
imagining into a vacuum
wording to an empty ruum
dust skorts past me
you don't even see thee
no matter what the noise I make
nothing will ever clumbing take
glen green recedes from view
fashionate fuschia is all a new
tender is the desperate sight
shall i cease without a fight
it seems so utterly useless
my efforts completely worthless
but i will not stop the never-ending battle
i will never quiet my ceaseless prattle
the glory may indeed never ever arrive
but that will not stop me from my strive
even if my successes are few
what else am i going to do
raspacious red colors the autonomous reginald dew
but for me there is nothing so blitch as my moody blue
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