Oh what joy it’d bring
to possess daily
the fuel that brings upon fruition.
Oh how refreshing it’d be
if ambition were the only prerequisite
for recognition.
Oh how ideal life’d seem
if peace were the servant
of men with extraordinary vision.
Oh what beauty I’d see
if living were on
all these things contingent.
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