You have the passion
Of the Milky Way
We’re on the same path
In this outer space
I gaze at your face
I know we are connected
Somehow or someplace
I reveal my insecurities
You reflect them
Instead you project a love
Quietly revolutionary
I’ve only seen you
In first place
If you notice behind you
This is my race
So come run with me
And rule the world for free
Grab that baton!
A challenge and a simple request rolled out in one poem…
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