Leon Grinis // EMIT

It’s always been a challenging race,

Between my friend and I.

I’ve always tried to keep up pace,

And will till end is nigh.

 

Again and again, I lose to him.

Like a bird born to be chained.

Again and again, lights choose to dim

As he soars in front unrestrained.

 

At times I think of thoughts so sly,

Of a different life instead.

For me to ease if I do lie,

For him to live in dread.

 

An unbreakable bond of Goons and Kings,

Fills our days with embrace.

As I squawk and chirp and flap my wings,

The Owl flies with grace.

 

At times I think of thoughts so sly,

Of a different life instead,

For him to wave as I go by,

For me to be ahead.

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