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tribulation
I wish I could be
Like the man in my head
Though envious
And dejected is he
He sits with a smirk
In the gravel
And the dirt
Not disheartened from
What he believes
Oh believe me, I strive
To be not who I appear
But my endeavor hurts my pride
And I am cast out with fear
To cope with rejection
I change my reflection
I cannot behave how I feel
When my thoughts are not real
Just an illusion in time
Meant to add another rhyme
To the droning and groaning
I express through these words
But how I long to be
Like the man in my dreams
He's worthless but
Still bides his time
And when he conquers his fear
I believe he will find
There's much more to life
Than there appears
And when he casts away
The chains that tie
His mortal bonds
He will overcome all odds
And what a grand, grand man he will be
He sits with a smile
Still fathoming the guile
He declined
As it only brought woe
And he sits in his throne
Bejeweled with many stones
What a grand, grand man
What a grand, grand throne
To overcome rejection
He changed his reflection
And now stands the man
In front of the mirror
He knows not his face
The beauty he beholds
The face of a legend
A tale yet untold
Boldly, he waits
In his room of solitude
Nothing can harm him
His life is eternal
He muses to himself
Nothing can best him
So what is there to fear
What is there to fear?
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