I live in a world of standards

Never totally reaching the bar 

Somehow always swinging under it

I’m reaching for the moon 

Yet landing amongst the stars 

Never quite grasping my 


I’ve been told my good isn’t enough  

I’ve been told to stop, for the worth 

of my determination is wasteful 

I’m breaking down these standards

Ripping social norms off the walls 

Stepping on the thoughts of the past 

And into the future 

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