Group of small poems

A group of very small(4-liner) poems, will add more.

I want to run free.
I want to just be.
I want to turn the key.
I want to enjoy me.

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I see the angles turn limp.
I see the devils ready to trim.
I see the lights start to dim.
I try to stand against the grim.

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I'll never heel and I'll never rest.
I'll keep on facing the endless test.
Until I find the hidden treasure chest.
I must remember I'm just a guest.

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Another year has passed by,
A little older,A little more sly,
An extra candle is added to the cake,
And a little less time for us to take.

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I'll tell you now how I'll survive,
I'll fight where others hide,
I'll fly where others glide,
I'll enjoy the dreadful ride!

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Everything is a waiting game,
That which lacks a name,
In the end, it's all the same.

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The river races to the finish line,
From which it'll start all over again.
It keeps running as fast as it can,
Until it reaches the final end.

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The devil has a thousand ways,
to get his dark tail through you.
Open your eyes,ears and mind.
And listen to the devil,behind each face.

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Fishing in the sea of destiny.

Trying to find a life mate.

Never biting to my line.

Ignoring my pitiful bait.

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