From the ashes like the proverbial phoenix,
it don't matter how many times you've been burned,
for Maya says still you must rise.
Down trodden,
failed plenty times, laden,
still you should refuse to bite the dust,
the resurrection is painful, bit by bit and never fast.
Society is up there with the hammer, the fake wig,
without hearing your side of the story- the complete story,
it judges,
never should you despair at the sentence,
take a deep breath and as long as you still can,
you do stand a chance,
success is never about one shot brilliance,
failure is part of the equation
if you work out the mathematics.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
From the ashes like the proverbial phoenix,
it don't matter how many times you've been burned,
for Maya says still you must rise.
Down trodden,
failed plenty times, laden,
still you should refuse to bite the dust,
the resurrection is painful, bit by bit and never fast.
Society is up there with the hammer, the fake wig,
without hearing your side of the story- the complete story,
it judges,
never should you despair at the sentence,
take a deep breath and as long as you still can,
you do stand a chance,
success is never about one shot brilliance,
failure is part of the equation
if you work out the mathematics.
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