Why- here comes the Lion,
Carrying most spectacular of gifts--
acceptance to the select,
Presenting on the pedestal-
Those that clawed their way in
Baby blue and white,
The façade of Innocence encourages,
Onlookers to advance through the arena
Memory cements such dreams with serenity,
but abrupt slice of strain strikes peaceful skin
pressure sinks the aura-
Stress treading most expertly
Perfection must be eminent,
Yet still, there must be more-
Something more than ordinary,
While soaring above the surface
If dreams create placidity,
Then why not ruin Reality?
When one is less than perfect,
Yet- the dream may still come true.
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