The way you part your fringe...
revealing the sweetness and innocence...
the look that literally melts anything
hard and strong...
And what shocks me...
is to find the similarity...
The will and drive...
and hopes so high...
that nothing....
nothing in this world will take you done...
you keep moving...

What I see and how I'd see...
was much commonly found...
what I'd do and what I do...
like I've met my match...
But is this just a test?...
Is this some game I've been put on the world stage as before?
Where I play some one who takes a shot...
and probably get hit by a thousand strikes once more...
Yet I still stand in trust for that one day to come...
10years of tryouts...
and I've only been yet hitting around the stripes beyond the target...
Is this it?...
or is it fate for me to carry on my aiming and firing?...
For that....truly....I'm drained...
What many have thought of me
is no more in the present...
Though I try...but yet hold fear...
hope starts not...my scorpion filled mind...