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Luck of the Draw

The expectations
I grow impatient
Deeper into a lack of motivation
An irrigation of their manipulation
Waiting, working for my invitation
A cause for celebration 
Reason for vacation
Feeling free—a toast to my liberation
As I climb out of hibernation 
With a new sensation 
Less anticipation 
Time to make a self-proclamation
Like Lincoln,
Unafraid to declare a new emancipation
You see—it’s not the shot I’m chasin’
It’s a self-evolved-overhaul
Letting the chips of life fall

Winner

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