The pathway was never laid out
When I was young, I used to play outside
My thoughts would always glide
I never fit in I was a rebel inside
Trying to reach a place where I could hide
Close my window, don’t let them see
Inventing great things, let's hop in and soar to the next level
I plan to soon be the man who takes the right steps
My strategic edge keeps me sharp; don’t overstep
I left what was today trying to do right by tomorrow
Purpose-driven, always don’t let them cut in and insert sorrow
I like my highway clean, backing into a new plot
The one with the W in it, with the lavish backdrop
About the Creator
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This is great! Take charge and believe in your goal!