Poetic-Verses
'' In Your Abilities You've Got To Believe ''
My mind is in a state of confusion,
With my inner chaos it is in collusion,
I'm certainly under no illusion,
My behaviour is slightly naοve.
I am carrying such a heavy load,
It feels with madness I've been bestowed,
My head inside is about to explode,
Will this insanity ever leave?
It's like competing in a title fight,
With no end result in sight,
If my desire I could only ignite,
There would no need to grieve.
Millions of words are swirling in my head,
So mixed up they cannot be read,
This challenge just fills me up with dread,
Together they need to weave.
A coded message is the best description,
A complicated type of encryption,
With Bletchley Park I need a subscription,
Was the written word made to deceive?
I can't put them in any shape or order,
It feels akin to a speech disorder,
My mind is like a broken recorder,
An end to this I can't perceive.
In my task I will now immerse,
I will start my challenge by keeping it terse,
My aim is to make it seem diverse,
I don't know what I'll conceive.
Soon my words start to come together,
I feel like a bird among the heather,
I'm now writing Hell for Leather,
There's no limit to what I can achieve.
The finished article is now ready for print,
Writing's a marathon never a sprint,
For your future efforts I'll give you a hint,
' In Your Abilities You've Got To Believe '
With my inner chaos it is in collusion,
I'm certainly under no illusion,
My behaviour is slightly naοve.
I am carrying such a heavy load,
It feels with madness I've been bestowed,
My head inside is about to explode,
Will this insanity ever leave?
It's like competing in a title fight,
With no end result in sight,
If my desire I could only ignite,
There would no need to grieve.
Millions of words are swirling in my head,
So mixed up they cannot be read,
This challenge just fills me up with dread,
Together they need to weave.
A coded message is the best description,
A complicated type of encryption,
With Bletchley Park I need a subscription,
Was the written word made to deceive?
I can't put them in any shape or order,
It feels akin to a speech disorder,
My mind is like a broken recorder,
An end to this I can't perceive.
In my task I will now immerse,
I will start my challenge by keeping it terse,
My aim is to make it seem diverse,
I don't know what I'll conceive.
Soon my words start to come together,
I feel like a bird among the heather,
I'm now writing Hell for Leather,
There's no limit to what I can achieve.
The finished article is now ready for print,
Writing's a marathon never a sprint,
For your future efforts I'll give you a hint,
' In Your Abilities You've Got To Believe '
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`` In Your Abilities You`ve Got To Believe ``
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