In the field of martial arts
The lesson i was taught is to love
No anger can win a war but a determination of sympathy
The kicks of passion and the blows of carresses
Soft tender punches to a painful-less action
All to a triumph of victory.
To keep the calm is to stop the war, ablaze of cover fired seized in touches of shouts
Who is it that i have never met, one who loves to surrender
Effectivenes can buy a surrender rather than a story of words of sympathy in tears
They only make a good story and buy temporary times
Now see what the future has not on your side laying by the successful' pillow
How nany of chances can you blow to have a series of a hit goal
You nail your opportunities to the wall and cry for desires of dreams under rehabilitation
Thats the way to say the insane are brighter than your conscious
You live in a poverty of deep thinking while the answer swims by the surface floor
And why wish to step too high before you can walk on the possibles(captioned seeable & achievable Things)
How ignorance has made you ran a race to the start line as life drives to the finish line.
Which color do you paint life.
Dreams, possibilities, extraordinary, father-mother cry, run of hustle.