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the hills of life


every human being has hills ahead of
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one
all these hills have pots of gold
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one
climbing each has a varying pace of steps per
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one
the pebbles in your shoes along the way
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one
the steeper it gets the harder life gets
u reach the summit, u find no pot, u find a pot, u find no gold
go for another
the fall,
in life where u descend forwards
the stumble, the slow pace, the breathcatching pause
the bruises , the scars, the medicine
hil after hill u search
hill after hill u conquer
u reach the summit, u find a pot, u find the gold, the gold is fake
go for another
your pot is out there, waiting for you
dont stop looking, when u have hills to go
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one
and
if u find the pot
if u see the gold
if the gold is real
deal in the gold
get some wood
build a home
tame the sheep
tame the cows
build a farm
houses u need
build a dozen
build a village
get more houses
build a town
get more railways
build a city
get more buildings
build a state
get more
bury all the hills under your state
build your country over your past
for it gives you support
as it gave u grief, happiness and relief
you do not know how many you climb
till you find your pot
a dozen for some, hundreds for some, a million for some
and maybe for some just one