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When I first discovered poetry, it was like unpacking a gift

Like a sealed dam of new words had been broken open with a rift

And suddenly I found so many new ways of expression to sift

Like a little child, I was so excited by this gift

Playing with the rhymes, making them shift

Didn't care if they made sense or not, it was terrific

Had never thought it would become just another gimmick

Now I'm in the craft so deep I touched a dead end

I feel like I can't know no better, is it the time to end?

Because the words, they feel as easy as water to bend

Even though without rhymes its really hard to fend

Perhaps I sound arrogant, but I won't defend

Fact is if you can't get better, you think you are the best

And then it is for the best that the journey ends

Cause after the glorious peak, steep decline is the only trend

And its better to walk out than to be booed offstage by a friend

Plus, I too have got sins to repent and a soul to mend

Ambition and inaction, a deadly cocktail that can send

Even the strongest ones packing back to their kent

And I must face it, no one asked me to chase it

Not all poets are meant to go for it and race it

But an idea, once settled in the mind

Won't go out and will forever remind

That there was a dream you wanted to achieve and now you can't rewind

That you can search for all you want but you'll never be able to find

What you were seeking for, cause you left it behind.

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