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A rock of a world

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ashflee0

Published: Aug 27, 2012

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Kicked around
Thrown about
Some seem special
Most thrown out

Made underground
Made to be ruthless
Small than most
He was formed
Now he's useless

Chipped and worn
Cracked but not torn
Having no purpose.

Can't move on his own
No one to be of assistance
He only wants one little thing
He wants to go the distance

He wants to travel very far
Across the land and sea
He wants so much, but can't even move
He can't be what he wants to be

He could be an airplane
Traveling far and fast
Moving at the speed of light
If only he could overcome his awful plight
He could be free.

Free.
Freer than he's ever been.
He'd see the world,
See more than he's ever seen
But no.
He can't.
He shan't.
Impossible.

He'll turn to dust
Never found
How could he aspire so highly?
None of this could ever be
Damned.
Condemned to this life below.
Forever.

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