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You in your elements,
Eyes fixed to a distant goal,
And a mind racing towards it,
Doing what you do, best.
You are a streaking bullet,
Painting the night,
With a dream that is yours,
And a vision that is, for sure, eternal.
Imagine the dread,
If the bullet was never fired,
And you never tried to fly,
What good was living then?
You in your elements,
Go for it, grab it,
Fumble and flounder,
Till you get it right that one time.
As Tyrion Lannister’s bodyguard,
Bronn once said,
Give me a few good men,
And I will impregnate that bitch,
(The bitch being an impregnable fortress.)
Join me, It will be a walk in the park,
Filled with venomous snakes,
But nothing to worry,
For we be a pack of wolves.
