Clear away the dust and rubble,
Get through the rough and tumble,
Unto something undefined, something genuine,
So your new life can be refined, and begin again.
Just passed the peak of gray,
Sits a brighter day.
Passed the sorrow and sickened,
Lies tomorrow, ripe for the pickens.
Push the limits of the bleak,
Just to make it through your week.
Be victorious through the derranged,
And enjoy life, rearranged.
Behind the opressing concrete holdings,
There's life's green and blue perfect moldings.
Just beyond the touch of mediocrity,
Lingers the utmost novel, intelligent, provacity.
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