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Bright, light, and white, easily swayed, Straight up—any chance, I’ll take it, no delay. Drawn to shadows, seduced by the dark, Still pedaling roads where forgotten souls leave their mark. Drug-fueled poetry—what’s the use? Keep moving forward—no excuse. An artistic mind, the game is set, To rise, to build, and never forget. I never had much—just blood and sweat, But look at you, righting wrongs, rekindling what’s left. Strange times—grateful just to breathe, For the dreamers with empty jeans who still believe. Take heed: with diligence, patience, and steady feet, The game is set—don’t get lost in the sheet. Straight on, to complete.