In a cave I lurk,
Hidden from the outside
I cannot see what I am,
Or where I am from.
The forest is my home,
And the earth my boundary,
I am but a little one,
But shall evolve to become part of my pack,
And I will become the one.
But first I must go through the many levels of life,
From base to consequential is a challenge,
A challenge I can’t make alone,
The challenge of becoming a leader.
To lead is my proud father’s job,
And I intend to follow him,
But following his footsteps is the challenge,
For it took him handfuls of battles to become one,
But I will be better,
For I am destined for that place,
The place of a leader.
The day finally comes,
When the stench of meat sways near my nose,
For a new leader was chosen,
Not me.
I had to come with nervousness by my side,
When we began growling and ripping,
For both of us wanted the same thing,
To become a leader.
2007-12-27
04:42:50
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When the battle ended,
I began to feel a sense of pride and leadership,
Like my father standing tall,
I have overcome my challenge,
And become who I’ve wanted to become,
A leader
I took out the stupid alliterations. Was that a good decision?
2007-12-27
04:43:29 ·
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