It’s that time again
You sink or swim.
You fight or take flight,
Go to war or crumble in silence.
But it never ceases to amaze
The swiftness and grace
With which fortune plays
With your life and your fate.
It stains the horizon with the woes and the foes
It ebbs and flows
It comes and goes
It hastens and slows.
But it always comes anew
Like a debtor for his dues.
It calls unto you
To answer your own prayers
It’s your path and the forks are your own
A path you may take
Or one you have to make,
Plow, cut, or break.
Whether it goes up or down
Leads to a mountain, a ridge, a ditch, or a bridge,
Or a stone wall or a steep fall,
As long as you have the gall
To go down one if at all
Don’t ponder for too long
Or dwell in the same bed
It is motion that helps the head
To stand in a good stead
March on the hot gates of Leonidas
Hunt Ahab’s whale
Slay Dragons,
Or sail a ship in a gale,
Face-off with a Hydra
Growing two monster heads,
Decapitate Medusa
Leave the Chimera in shreds,
Go down the belly of the beast
Fight all the way out.
You’ll never conquer anything
As fearsome as your own self-doubt.
Words hold a promise to raise on a pedestal
Or raze in a blaze
You utter magic spells, they’re yours to own and choose
To walk over dead corpses,
Hell in your wake,
Or sow a bed of roses
Kindness is where hope blooms.
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