this was definately a neat OM, although, i have to say, didn't feel the way you vocab'd the first verse....seemed like you were just trying too hard to get that nice rhyming flow, but it just came off as forced....but the second and third verse....loved 'em....beautiful, especially the third, near the end.....uhmm, you had a really cool topic, and expressed it well, and wrote it fantastically....well done mate

With every cold stare and evil eye directed his way he whispers
”Build your calluses, kid, and there will be no need for blisters…”
Tired of not fitting in, he walks a tight rope stumbling over wisdom
He’s a bumbling old man, with nothing but old hope and broken vision
A bruise forms on the mans brain, too many blows from blown potential
If he didn’t stumble over wisdom, then he fumbled all his old credentials.

good show

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