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I am fatigue, my arms are weak,

as I try to have a mind set of a strong man,

it is simply an ancient myth,

so I sit on the floor,

I have no more material to work from,

yet I thought of the day

where I would set down my tools,

and when I would look up,

my heart will be flipping as a fool,

for I would  had in front,

what I have been working for,

that eye contact

that would make my mind soar to the sky,

that voice which would calm my heart,

and I would feel as I had been baptized once again,

get up feeling fresh as a new man,

that soft towel where I can rest my face,

clear away the sweat, blood, and dirt

turned to mud,

yet I am staring at gods eyes,

I see him beginning to hold a file,

as I get a peek of the writing,

it is my name, so I sit once again,

how can this be,

my stairs have reach heavens gates,

yet I still don’t have a glance of your sweet face,

I am fatigue, my arms are weak,

yet I still have in the back of my mind,

those scenes that seem to be so real,

so I will stand on my feet,

I will now begin to construct this stairs,

passing heavens gates,

maybe you are so far away,

and if you are still miles away,

I will work all day to reach your home,

and in the night

ill fall straight to the oceans arms,

search underneath, since you are also mixed,

with the bottom of the oceans amazing gifts

-che