#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey,
A hidden truth in the book,
A maiden by the look,
But what you see is not what you get,
It's a dream to be dreamt.

In capsules of knowledge,
A device called a book,
Lies a pledge to be made,
You reap what you sow.
Disguised in acts of heroism,
Lies a tell about a tale,
Of hardwork and discovery,
Success and failure,
And failure and success.

Scalarly roaming about,
Brought failure without boundaries,
A hound to my mound,
Looking to eat my bounty,
To reduce the elevation of my mound,
So as to drive me into the ground,
But I did not let circumstance define my mouth,
For what I ate was made of sweat,
A drink so sweet it can kill an indolent.

Although my life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey,
A hidden truth in the book,
A maiden by the look,
And what you see is not what you get,
And it's a dream to be dreamt.
Not all was about sadness,
Not everything was slack,
Not even the shack in the woods.
Though it felt like all I ever owned was a rag,
I wasn't always a wreck,
I made it through the ranks,
Kicking and smiling like a shark,
I moved as if I was meant to rule the oceans.
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