We do not sleep
Because we are deprived
Of our dreams
Not so simply do we strive
Constantly we stir
To shake off any expectations
Its the failure we cant endure
To be ambitious
Is the want to succeed
But we cant achieve a goal
If we wont plant a seed
Failure is not the worst
How could it be?
Not a curse of the devil
But a part of life;
It is inevitable
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