Life was "mighty grand," back in my late teens and early twenties too
The entire world was in my hands; my dreams stretched as far as the sky's blue
I learned. I grew. I fell. I cried, all at the expense of becoming strong
Because everytime I got up, although roughed a little more than before,
my accomplishments made me feel no wrong
FasTrak it felt like I was on and I was waaaaaaaaaaay ahead of the pack
For when I looked back
to see the slack
none of my competitors I saw were able to make the necessary hacks
In layman's terms we call them sacrifices these essential decisions I had to make
Like an impenetrable, elitist machine I had to, at every second, superiorly
emulate
That is the price you have to pay I learned to be the best at what you do
Like that race car instructor in the UK my racing friend talked to,
"You must lie, cheat, and steal" more often than you comfortably want to
So no prisoners I took, I only answered to my goals and lived for the exploitation of the talents God blessed me
to be the best that I can be with nothing nor anyone in my way
running straight past the "finish line" scot-free
BUT as I gradually made my way to the top and found the American Dream -
to my surprise -
just dangling there
A light within also began to ignite
and slowly, I started to no longer care
As much as I loved to race cars and karts to test the mortality of my short, human existence
There was another man within me dying to break free from his rusty shackles,
fumed with compassionate persistence
He told me the joy of going around a curve at 100+ miles would be nothing compared to what I was about to see
and slowly I really began to learn life's greatest lesson
and this new me desperately needed to give back to humanity.
-A12
