Follow the trail
that leads to success,
it's hard and narrow,
but it's for the best.

Beware the crumbs,
that fall from the great big cookie.
For it tastes so precious and sweet,
but once it's done,
you know you've been beat.

Beware the cookie,
the friendly hand outs in life,
because no one will just out there,
hand to you a wife.

No house,
no land,
not even a speck of sand,
no sir, no ma'am
nothing in the world of supply and demand.

So mind the beat path,
full of promises and sweets,
because one of these days,
it'll just land you back out on the streets.
Make a road,
of your own,
make it of cobble,
bricks, and maybe even stone.

A road less traveled,
is certainly the way to go,
because that's the only other path,
and you're the only person,
that will ever know.

Be bold,
and daring,
in the face of danger and responsibility,
be full of defiance and understanding,
when you find yourself so weary.

Allow me
to tell you,
that the cookie does indeed crumble,
but beware the cookie now,
for when it's gone you might stumble.