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Everything seems to have its course,

like the train stays on the rail.

The Earth spins in continuous motion

and the hammer hits the nail.

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You have your intense passions,

your talent and your skill,

while all I have is an ardent awe

of the desires you fulfil.

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Never quite enough to compare,

in either ability or devotion,

I sit on the sidelines while you run on

and I drown in a bottomless ocean.

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I take the time to sing your praise,

and you bleat mine in return,

but the overcompensation is always there

accompanying the blistering burn

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of the fact that I am not like you

with your ideas and wants and dreams.

While you have goals and gifts I lay here

tearing at the seams.