When I walk, I wonder are people real or fake?
When you meet them at first you wont know for sure.
You’ll soon find out when you talk a little more.
Walking in a straight line is harder than it looks.
One minute you’re a student, the next a crook.
You strive hard trying to reach a goal.
I can see right there next to the giant hole.
In this hole are the that brings us down.
Like the kid who was told no, he begins to frown.
Tears form around his eyes as he begins to pout.
All that comes to end with a fierce shout.
The hole is big with no way around it.
Look ahead and hold on, Don’t lose your grip.
It differ from person to person as we make it through.
On the other side, you see someone waiting for you.
He looks down and smiles and holds out his hand.
Against that old snake, “ I am glad I made that stand.
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