In the beginning
less the ending
I captured the speed
of sound and became
one voice, stimulating
my decision, my choice
to grab the microphone
with force leaving the weak
behind and dry
unlike a cake that’s moist
engineering my history
to be heard smooth
like a Rolls Royce
with plenty of power
steering as I foist
my skills upon those
having a hard time to rejoice
instead doubting me
like I’m in a band with some boys
I am more like a one-man team
with a one man dream
leaping in one single bound
your low self-esteem
and I’m out
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