Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Money in the pocket of the biggest shareholder

Day by day, we grow older
Love is lost, hearts grow colder

So while you still can, you should hold her
Say what you feel, before you wish you'd told her

Don't stash your dreams away, in that folder
As you care less what they think, you'll get bolder

Listen to those, who need a shoulder
Let her live, don't try to mold her

Don't sell your soul, for something golder

To know or not to know, How things are where you  want to go;

The seen and the unknown, not wanting to knock anyone from their thrown;

The power the misery, the journey and the trails;

I keep wondering to myself what would life be like if I never fail,
Fail to realize that all obstacles come for a reason, not just any particular season;

My head is lowered my back is arched
I try to figure out should I be finished or decide to start.