Lift your head, weary child.
Wipe your eyes and look to the sky.
Don't you know?
You have the power to change the world.
Stand tall, faltering infant.
Clean your feet and walk these streets.
It's time to grow.
Your story is still untold.
The future is bright and the picture is pleasant.
But you can't find the future without facing the present.
So hold fast, lonely wanderer.
Embrace the fire and ignite desire.
It's time to glow.
Watch as the plan unfolds.
Fly high, spirited soul.
Leave the ground and find your sound.
It's time to flow.
Life is yours to hold.
Drop the eraser and pick up the pen.
Let others revise and follow the trend.
For in a world full of rules bound to restrict,
The greatest will always be original manuscript.
- Alexis Bre
2015
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This was so beautifully done! Loved your poem!