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Still waters deep down a flowing stream
Too used to walking, wanted to fly
Out from somewhere rise
Fall a million times, give it a try
Unconscious, been high
Made me cry, life wasn't nice
Trudging along the path
Had to finish what I had begun
Move along, rays of the burning sun
How will they know I started if I couldn't finish it
Grind no time to sit
Past the horizon my past beat
Going never having to quit
One at a time, bit by bit
Sometimes hard, sometimes sweet
Tidy, everything neat
Choked on bone, wanted meat
Late nights
In within fights
Others flew kites
From the apple took a bite
@Ivrstones
Frederick Oduor (Kenya)
