As the rain drops fell on my face, I felt my inhibitions slipping away. The world was finding new paths to trace, While I was regretting and cursing the day.
The drops soon turned to a rivulet, My mind was trapped in a mesh, The rivulet flowed seamlessly without any regret, I was losing this game of chess.
As I looked around I found I was standing on a pool, I deftly played my master stroke, I had finally proved that I was no longer an infatuated fool. The final clash and all the shackles effortlessly broke..
When you decide to fight To battle back against the night and it's dying ways Having seen the light which comes anew To trump the lights of ever eave When you've decided no longer to RUN but to BE You will become as one With every memory and hopeful dream Which your childlike self ever dared to dream
When I was a kid, I dreamed of creating worlds and winning championships. BIG dreams for such a growing kid. And now I can say that I've been doing both of those things. (:
That's what this first verse in this series of three is about. Letting go of any worry and just completing. Giving it your all without fear of outcome and then being able to accept the results of that competition.
What’s to differ when what differs doesn’t differ? What’s special, when special comes not but by attention? If we came the same way, and we end the same way. Yet I brag of what the Tombstone doesn’t highlight. How am I special? What’s unique, when all’s unique comes and goes the same? My life is nothing but a worthless farthing, Yet I brag. As a child’s thoughts fade, so is fame and works forgotten.
Reliving a person’s life is a waste. That space has already been taken. Leave your mark, and keep remarking.
You’re focused on me and I’m also focused on myself. No wonder I think I’m the Centre of the world. Don’t try to do what I do. Do what you do better than what I do. I hate Dreamers, coz that’s all they do.
No Talent is Talent without Habit. If you want it, work for it. But don’t blame Life for your shortcomings. You know you had it coming. You can’t reap without sowing, unless you steal of course. No farm is cultivated through imagination.
Motivation doesn’t just spark up action. Motivation gets stuck in ideas. Action sparks action.