It was,
two years ago,
when I put, my trust.
It was,
two years ago,
when my hearth,
meet my goals.
February,
it's coming, again.
Is this a dawn,
or a sunset,
I don't know.
It's time again,
to get all over,
to take my helmet,
go down in my knees,
ready to go.
I'll run,
I'll show me, what I got.
I'll win,
the overall,
the me, that fade.
The war, is now on.
This time,
I've got some to lose,
but today I'll give up it,
to go to the field,
and die down,
or take me up.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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