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If I take it all
It is not enough
If I leave the scraps
I will feel short changed
All the dollars glide
Up into my eyes
To leave even one
Is to be deranged

I no longer sleep
Ravaged by the need
Someone gets ahead
If I stop to dream
Till this race is won
Till I am the one
I will play the game
Nothing as it seems

I will draw it in
Underneath my skin
Let it all begin
Only what I’ve been
Only what I’ve been

(c) Helen Valentina 2016