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Now listen to me and listen well,
you seek to control me, I say go to hell.
You walk that road and that's just fine,
bur remember my friend, that is your road,
it is not mine.
I stand accused of being lazy,
but maybe, just maybe all these voices,
instructing me has made me crazy.
I do not protest not stepping forth,
but these sails have not met the winds to set my course.
Preach and gloat about your new found success,
but I warn you,
do not point fingers and call me less.
For the most beautiful flowers blossom last,
and not picked from perch so quickly,
for in the end the rest will envy,
wishing they were not picked from that wide spreading tree.
For you see my friend,
I am still free, I am still me.
Though I procrastinate,
it has been said, it is worse to have never,
better it be late.
My hero, my mentor,
my influence and motivator.
Please understand that I am who I am,
and this time I realize,
I wont settle just for what I can.
Remember that life is what we make of it,
and if I chose yours, I would grow incurably sick.
Take my hand no longer.
Please let me go, let me grow,
be my friend and simply my equal,
or prepare to be my foe.
I am not you, him or her,
this is my conclusion, of this I am sure.
If life should pass me by,
then justified is time for leaving me to die,
but I,
I will not subside and submit,
bending over backwards just to quit,
to inhale a life not my own,
a life reeking of manufactured bull****.
We stand among crossroads my friend,
and today we must see eye to eye and act as men.
Walk your road to better weather,
a sunshine paradise full of treasure.
I choose the more uncertain road,
where young men stray away,
searching for the fountain of youth,
only to grow old and gray.
Our bond was similarity,
but in this time we see the clarity,
for you are you and I am me.
Shake my hand once more my friend,
I leave you now, may we meet in the end.

:Roberto Loera