The UnOriginalsA Poem by Kimberly "Melody" CarneyThis is a poem, a tribute of sorts to all the followers out there.They're tailgating my every move, a serpent after prey. I smerk and listen to hear them, only footsteps away. They shadow me like mockery, as if I am a God. They truly have no real idea, a mere seed under sod. Maybe, I will purposely fall, see them follow my lead? I could create a fake religion, design my own true creed! Such foolishness, by crowd and fleet! By choice they're blind and weak! They never work to pay their way, they speak with tongue in cheek. STOP! and look at yourselves you fools, following pre-pathed roads! Make you own way, work night and day, respect your burdened loads! I am not a fool, nor shall you be, nothing in life is free. even secrets come with a price. soon shown to all, you'll see.
~Melody
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StatsAuthorKimberly "Melody" CarneyDenver, COAboutTo really truly believe in your dreams and make them come true… you must not first believe in yourself, but be prepared to prove your doubts and fears wrong. To know giving up is not an easy .. more..Writing
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