Poetry

Flipped back through the pages of My Book
Closed my eyes and opened my mind
Indeed it was simpler then
Easy was the ride then
Simple were my demands then
The thought was clear and
I knew my goal
And now I open my mind and close my eyes
I am closed to the simple joys
I am tough to all
Well just competing with my self
Beating my own targets and raising the toast
My Book wasn't meant to be this.

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