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Being born in a country which doesn't exist
I learned early in life what it means 'to persist':
Pushing forward through roadblocks and red warning signs,
I was getting my way with no help, undermined.

Being raised in a culture which didn't endure 
My dreams and desires became premature.
In a desperate bid to break free, run for life,
I was secretly hoping those dreams would run rife...

Standing still on the edge of a now broken past
I regret just one thing - that I wasn't so fast...
I've missed most of my chances to give to this world 
And now it's too late to catch up with the herd...

Looking back at whatever I cut off and left,
Strangely sad for not feeling entirely bereft,
I am lacing my shoes, putting on my t-shirt,
Getting ready to face up to my just desserts.