A chase with a purpose.
Gradually, I'm getting close.
Like a sea with a surge;
ahead I fervently forge.
A race with time.
A pursuit at her prime.
The persistence of a pace;
I ride on the wings of grace.
The desperation of a drive.
Silently, I skillfully strive.
The arousal of an ambition...
I'm not in any competition.
Till I become the best,
no reasonable reason to rest.
Till I access the heart of success,
I'm not going on a recess.
A chase with a purpose.
Gradually I'm getting close.
Like a sea with a surge;
ahead I fervently forge.
By Mc Shapiro
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