Sky’s the limit when you limit yourself
Mine is endless, in my eternal mind
I’m a word rebel, a freedom writer
A supplier of hope, a dealer of dreams
A mind supreme divine in means
By any ends necessary,
But the ends don’t necessarily meet
I don’t trip though
I’ll never walk to the sound of defeat
Rebel music flares to the march of my feet

Darrin McMiller Jr.

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