Ladder
Meant to rest in peace... Up the ladder, they compete below A lot's being sold where optimism is optional See it silly... the indigo phase Time spent isn't recalled Watch, strive, sway Focus locked in the frontal lobe, like Ibadan expressway A clean heart unites—a leader's stance Scatterbook leaves—hold strong or fall Overseer of wisdom in sounds and rays, Pluto raises Distraction's the new chic, but reflection sparks rise Strangers to tranquility; unjust, your way From below to high-rise The burner's flame bright as the goer strides, in peace. ⚖️_PKX_
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