Farewell, Felix…

You picked me up
When the chips were low
We never met
Yet we’re kindred souls

You spoke the truth
While the rest saved face
My innocent youth
Lost its way

I’m on my bike; I must go
I have to strike out on my own

Still young
Practically penniless
My day will come
You know I’ll savor it

My burning determination
It won’t leave the equation
Tried to cut it loose
Met with indignation

Blessed and cursed
With the compulsion to work

On my own
A lone wolf
I can’t stop
Til’ I reach the top

I make this oath:
I’ll never retreat,
I’ll never explain
Thank you, Dear Felix,
For showing me the way.

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