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Star up
Stir stir up the broth
while calculating my borrowed worth
working myself up , my mind wroth
At the miseries I might have to endure
Mid plannings and pleadings
My spirit is stirred up, I have to stand up
fight back, look forth at the star up.

Cornered?
the flames fickle
My thoughts splutter
like the little flames escaping with a spatter
this time I won't stop, I won't drop my guards for a prop that looks tops but hands in flops of second guessed hopes
No I won't stop I'll look up up at the star up

Stir, stir up
I must have a plan, share it with none
blow up, like a gun, gaining speed to redeem
a team of thought out steamed strength marshelled for the next rigorous steps that will make me fight up for my space in a world where I'm late to take up my signet my space from which I'll spun to look up, at the star up and smile, smile up.