3 a.m thoughts

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 I'd rather be an unsung hero

Than a war hero

I'd rather be praised by the silent majority

Than by the simple majority

I'd rather die hungry on my feet

Than wine and dine on my knees

I'd rather spend 10,000 hours perfecting

Than 10 seconds psychophanting

I'd rather fight for my rights on the streets

Than in the hallways and corridors of fame

I'd rather post anonymous

Than have a gazillion followers

I'd rather fight as a lone ranger

Than depend on them pledgers

I'd rather make 10,000 mistakes

Than be the perfect role  model

I'd rather ruin my reputation

Than wallow in repudiation


For the world is full

Full of cowards

Full of fools

Full of morons

And errors

But the world is also full of beauty

All we got to do is open our eyes

To this,

Endless possibilities.


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