Friday, June 26, 2009
 | Off on my endeavor to strain the real. I aspire to cast my life with more focus. No target to train but those who want. My purpose not to wince from design. Steer my struggles away from a moil. Attempt to go for broke to end wealthy. An angle I intend to concentrate full. New levels of slant view to zero in on. No stone unturned leaves it all disturbed. But eat your heart out as I direct it back. Stew over my end to set your sights on. Do not crucify my labor to fix your want. Fix your focus and move there direct. |
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