Too big to fail, moving slowly as a snail, looking everywhere for places to win instead of fail. Steady pace wins the race, snail slow move looks for a faster pace. Chiselled cheeks, moving faster, wing span, space, so high can't fail for fear of loss to the face. New movement now, no new race, just a pleasant jog, win, fail, chase? Chase win, fail? Choices of the will. Pleasant surroundings for a smile to fill, sit, listen, feel, words become rhythm when the mind is still. What's right? To fail is to win, as long as you're left with a pleasant grin and less chagrin.
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James Green
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The bells on high, they sing without being shy, in towers of gold they spell out kindness. They ring all day, without a thought of praise, as they're there for you. Don't look back, for what is there is a trap, let wisdom speak from lessons learned as they ring quietly in the back. Looking forward is scary, for the tired and weary, for what more can be done. Stay loose where you can, intelligence, life span, governance, no plan; for all can be lost, if thoughts rot, thinking, not. If time is to pass, finish not, finish last, to the sounds of gloom that can ring loud, hourglass.
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