Trouble
is catching up with me at last,
I take
my lane, maintain the focus,
My
attractor cores, trouble not in locus.
Indolence
and slackness abide within
Exercises,
workouts and training decline
Budding
harm in my womb ignorantly
Whilst
steadily marching ahead arrogantly.
As the
audience cheers and admires the show,
The
unborn is a bomb within me, my foe.
And
now that trouble is ahead of me,
Abortion
the option with its pain and fees,
My
attractor cores will not drop them in rubble.
I must
be fit and outrun troubles.
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