One More Time

May 9, 2012
By ramon santiago BRONZE, Yelm, Washington
ramon santiago BRONZE, Yelm, Washington
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So there once was a man who lived down the lane. He woke up everyday with the exact routine same. He washed his hair and brushed his teeth but everyday still he wished for relief. From the petty life that held his soul hostage, the yearning to fly dreams stashed in his pocket. Held on vigor now never seen, in these new days of old where nothing is as it seems. But still the man moves on unsure of destination, Once more time and he steps without hesitation...One more time, the thoughts of a nation.

The author's comments:
I live life, i go to school, i see people and witness how sad and unfulfilling life is for most people, but yet they are unable to break the mold and do what they themselves desire. So they accept and continue the routine life of the everyday everyman with the hopes that one day... one day ill be rich and successful... one day ill be a playboy billionaire. But first i have to take care of these memos, one more time, just one more time its moments like that made me decide to make this poem.

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