comes with a price of difficulty,
a face of drudgery that resembles
the feat of a grind…
the mind cannot see past
the last routine in an uphill battle
in the tedious job of staying focused
on one particular task…
Retribution for the track
selecting me to be a part of an exile
involuntarily in the decapitation
of an execution owning me…
my soul cannot feel the reward
of devotion to a long distance
praise stuck in a
sanction wedged in futility;
This is my beating for embracing celebrity.
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