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Mollusca Man
A snail on track..
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the hall of fame..
I'm just sitting in here as a prerequisite for these corrections where I got detained in the hall of sane..
In the game of chance..
Last lap the final tracks..
Turmoil here and there path my ways.. The race life I live part time..
Guess the many tales I had for the aftermaths..
As they keep punching you bag dumbells.. You can argue I hide in my shell..
I don't remember having any fun time.. But I don't look as bad as Your face..
Is this brave heart or die hard?..
Even if we try so hard..
It is only gonna end for me and you when we reach grave yard..
I want to make you proud..
Just pull yourself steady we gonna meet after the race in the crowd..
I am the Mollusc man..
In my heart so many scars..
All the way from Budapest..
Now an outcast..
Lady, are you the babushka?..
Your headscarf can tell..
I need some tales..
Let's play some games..
With no names..
Don't look away.
I read the page..
Point blank is not our range..
The looks on your face is so strange..
We compete, it's true..
Don't mind that race..
You have the face
I go for pace..
I called it Fate..
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the hall of fame..
I'm just sitting in here as a prerequisite for these corrections where I got detained in the hall of sane..
In the game of chance..
Last lap the final tracks..
Turmoil here and there path my ways.. The race life I live part time..
Guess the many tales I had for the aftermaths..
As they keep punching you bag dumbells.. You can argue I hide in my shell..
I don't remember having any fun time.. But I don't look as bad as Your face..
Is this brave heart or die hard?..
Even if we try so hard..
It is only gonna end for me and you when we reach grave yard..
I want to make you proud..
Just pull yourself steady we gonna meet after the race in the crowd..
I am the Mollusc man..
In my heart so many scars..
All the way from Budapest..
Now an outcast..
Lady, are you the babushka?..
Your headscarf can tell..
I need some tales..
Let's play some games..
With no names..
Don't look away.
I read the page..
Point blank is not our range..
The looks on your face is so strange..
We compete, it's true..
Don't mind that race..
You have the face
I go for pace..
I called it Fate..
Published 13th Feb 2021
| Edited 14th May 2021
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Anonymous
16th Feb 2021 3:39pm
my sentiments.
no matter how long it takes. even if...
"Doctor, do you concure?"
no matter how long it takes. even if...
"Doctor, do you concure?"
13th May 2021 5:24am
13th May 2021 2:08am
This is a beatiful poetic serenade my poet I must bow in your reverence, and the words, spectacular and memorizing. If I close my eyes, I can float on the feeling along and by me being an avid marathon runner, this is a mental treat..
13th May 2021 5:24am
Haaaa!
You got me here Kitty. It's all about the marathon but even that it only keep me safe I mean Slow-steady.
Thanks for the RL Darling!
You got me here Kitty. It's all about the marathon but even that it only keep me safe I mean Slow-steady.
Thanks for the RL Darling!
