The Clarity We Thirst



His mind is formed of straight arrows.

Doubt is not innate in him.

His every thought materialises.

Focus comes naturally.

Pressure drives him.

He was made for this.

Put at the forefront,

He is what we aspire to be.

What they want us to be.

The only way to be.

But I am not him.

This is not me.

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