One autumn my half-brother leading me to school
There I would be a new pupil;
Wondering what all that was for,
Our lives, they say, are based on that core;
Immediately shuddering at my fellows,
For I had no idea who to follow.
Years elapsed and a mature student came
Then other responsibilities to assume;
Wearied of my remarkably little mettle,
I one day rose to rebel;
It was a power no one could ever tame.
In less than no year
My image begin to appear;
An unruly, unrivalled, stubborn man they challenge;
But, no victory yet came on their part;
It is with their surmises I dared to part.
Waiting with bated breath,
A thousand times I fought that threat;
Had it not been for my living,
Countless things would still be waving.
Oh, it is a resistance of mind;
Ineffable is the fire inside;
It is a will that can never be undermined.
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