Now There Is Two In the mist of lazy weeds We sprouted And dreamed for a better area For an improved place for our parents To stay. From the beginning, many years ago We talked, Ventured inside each others dreams Wanting all of us to succeed. There were no doubts, no contradictions. Reality was bendable, was shapeable We wanted to succeed, we knew of nothing else. We stood balanced like a four legged chair That was missing its fourth leg, We were balanced because the oldest one Moved from his position and held up the centre. We were not missing a leg. We were complete. Years later, The story unravelled because the plot changed New responsibilities grew and took shape. Their community, as how they saw it Became his community. His eyes adapted He saw short term goals. It was like he was walking backwards Like watching an rewinding movie And then someone pressed stop. He, the character, was back where we started. Back in the weed pit, the difference was He was becoming a weed And we lost our balance. Message: Our surroundings, as in where we dwell, must not be a factor for failure. We must be motivated to move and build for ourselves and our friends. The source of this motivation must strengthen us to continue even when times are difficult. Surround yourself with people that want to strive and succeed. Encourage these friends to succeed always. And don't let current reality cause doubts, reality is bendable. It is shapeable.
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