Life is a convection model, Moving along constantly, randomly, But that's the beauty of it right? For if nothing ever got shook up, I'd have nothing to write.
The ups and downs of life make it the great game it is.
Fight this Filth—expect resistance, Threats and hurdles in persistence. Tears won’t help, nor cries of pain— Only cunning wins the game, Cold precision, shrewd devotion, If you’d dodge the fool’s erosion.