Deconstruct the way you think
Even though it seems hard at first
Get out of the comfort zone
And indulge in intricacies
Push forward past the laziness
And for once taste what diligence is like

Move ahead of procrastination
Swear to never show it your face again
Learn new mistakes
And ponder for a while
Learn few more hacks
And keep a note of it
for future turmoil
Get uncomfortable,Get uneasy
Detour and Demystify

Chase success ridiculously
Try always giving it a company
Tame Failures like never before
And ask it to never knock at your door
Stand alone if you know you are right
Even when world laughs at your guts
They say Life is a mysterious game
of innumerable missed mishaps
You only have to figure out
how to escape between the gaps

My failures, they're numerous.
My sins, outrageous.
Even when I ran away,
To me, Your love still made its way.

To Your word, I turned a deaf ear.
In obeying Your commands, I peered.
You called me out to this mess I'm in.
I moved away and chose to follow sin.

You woke me up with a nudge.
Most of the time, I quickly make a dodge.
I kept ignoring all You say,
still You never stayed away.

You gently called my name.
Your love remained the same.
In my dirtiness and disobedience,
You gave me another second chance.

You erased my ever dying days.
I'm drowning in Your all-sufficient grace.
Even when I ran away,
With Your arms wide open,
You waited for me, embraced me,
and welcomed me again with no delay.

If you gave all reason for worry,
If none of you seemed true
If what you did so stuck out
If nothing you could do stood out
If they were all not wrong
If they were right
If they saw your failures
If all they said was justified
If you knew something they did not
If none of it could be disclosed
If not one could be brought on board
If all you could hope for was trust
If this trust had no fuel to it
If all you had was you,
*If all you had was you...

Today's failures
Results in tomorrow's success
Without yesterday's lesson
We can't comprehend
Tomorrow's problem

Success can be subjective
Failures teach us how to succeed

I have something shocking to tell you:

Victory is a figment of your imagination
Think about that . . . Let  that sink in . . .

Imagine yourself victorious

walls,
worn out with pride
paint,
scratched off with anger
floor,
mudded with vices.

start again.

(and there goes the sound of destruction.
then silence.
all that is left
is a broken wasteland.)

You can not grasp the concepts I speak,
I accept gay people for who they are,
You hold on to your dreams and weep,
Then shop the avenue with tacky stores,
You are the one who breaks into song
When there was a villain who died,
You are always there ready to go to war,
Blank faced death as you boldly stride,
You were a pillow that I would lay my
Head on, now I run from you for my life,
You were a rainbow I had wished upon,
Now there is nothing but shame all the time.

*I was the one who had a childhood to explore and dream,
Now if I am not eternally busy, work restless 8 hour days,
I fall upon my sofa and knock out after I get home,
Finally find a little time and space, there you are
To tell me I'm nothing but a complete waste,
For I'll never work out in this world until I have
Lived up to becoming a slaved out tool for money's pay.
Perhaps on the outside I seem like a disgrace, but in truth
More like a dog who never learned the tricks of the trade.