Playing with Genesis

The bookworm slowly knew how to dig

It wasn't his nature to become something big

He dived into words and fancy images

Nothing could take away that cover

He discovers soon, how heroes move

Not with just speeches

or fancy shoes that dazzled in the sun

But by heart and blood that shed tears

That he had nothing to fear

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He began training under the heat

Running around the fence line

Closing his eyes pretending each time, it was his first time

People gather, wonder, why he was running with the wind

Why was he wasting his time

He knew every pounce of his foot

He was going to get there, someday maybe even today

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Acting as if he was in a cage

Pretending the rain didn't make his legs ache

Tears flooding within his brain

His running nights now

With the wolves and crows tracking his progress

He didn't want to become useless

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People point and say "freak!"

They didn't believe him through his devoted run

"It's just a fool under the sun"

Labels stick and try to land on his face

Yet he broke through as if it was his grand finale

He jumped and he was proudly running faster

Around and around, he was insane they said

Then, he became the boy who flew

Slowing they could see it, feather limbs behind him

As he soars over the fence and houses

breathing in freedom and luck

He was the final firework of summer that day