Lost
It seems as though I've lost myself again Walking through the darkness of the day
It seems as though I've lost myself again Walking through the darkness of the day
Perhaps the world is giving you a clue,
But you close your ear and turn your head
Ignoring the message which is given to you
Seems you would rather stay in bed.
This pattern of behavior won’t get you far
that isn’t the way things are done around here,
So roll out of bed, and get in your car
Go for your dreams, get yourself there.
No more zero days! this you must yell
to all that you see from here to the end
But never forget a thank you to tell
the support around you, your every friend.
It is he who stood by you,
when the world seemed too dark
It was he who told you
Get up light the spark
He tells you today to go out
No Zero Days, get it all done,
Don’t worry, you got this, dont pout.
Soon you’ll look back and see it was fun.
Don’t let them tell you
You cannot do what you want to do,
You will never see it through,
That you shouldn’t dream so vast,
That you will fail very fast
Dont let them tell you
That you are wrong in your beliefs
That your opinion causes grief
That you should give up while you can
That’s the way to win a fan
You must remember,
You are the one who makes your fate
let the haters spew their hate
While you climb up your own way
To the top, where you will stay.
Their words lose meaning
When they do not support your cause
Don’t let them stop you, do not pause
You must fight for what you dream
Keep on swimming against the stream
With your hard work and dedication,
You’ll be a star onto the nations,
A visionary in the dark
A lonely dreamer with the spark
You’ll rise up to higher things,
Only the victors get to sing
So keep on running to the top,
There’s no reason you should stop.
Every step you take
Is one step closer to the prize
Dont try to fake,
Keep walking till you die
Success is within reach,
You just have to keep moving
I don’t need to preach,
The winner is already grooving.
Don’t think about the past,
It’s over, gone forever
Today’s your chance to last,
Lets get it on, together.
As the sun dares to rise,
So comes a new day
There should be no surprise,
The pattern ‘s here to stay.
Know thyself and break the mold,
Climb to the top, take the gold.
Know what you want and you can win
The strength ain’t found, it sits within.
The dream within you shining clear,
Won’t stop, can’t stop from pain or fear.
Just keep momentum, keep on going
Know thyself, your strength is showing
Every step, each rep you make
Each mile is your win to take.
Hold your head up, look to the star
Keep on going, and you’ll go far.
The clock is ticking,
Blood coursing through the veins,
Your wet shirt sticking,
That sweat is gonna stain.
The drums are pounding,
You can hear it in your head
The road is winding,
Pale face is flushing red.
The pain is throbbing,
It finds its way to you
Hell bent on robbing
Victory, but you push through
You can’t stop it now,
They think you’re insane
You never question how,
Just one thing remains:
What are you getting ready for?
Poetry, prose, and introspection,
Now I’ve got a new direction
Tearing me apart.
Working, thinking, motivation,
Here it comes, my new creation,
Straight from the heart.
You think its over,
You think theres no where left to go,
You think I’m dreaming,
You think its never gonna flow.
I’m gonna show you,
I’m gonna take it to the top
I’m gonna pass you,
And I’m never gonna stop!
Running, fighting, motivation,
Here I’ve got a new salvation
There’s gonna be a mess
Bleeding, sweating, transformation
Don’t forget the animation,
Breaking through the stress!
You think its over,
You think theres no where left to go,
You think I’m dreaming,
You think its never gonna flow.
I’m gonna show you,
I’m gonna take it to the top
I’m gonna pass you,
And I’m never gonna stop!
“You look good today, Kevin”, Claire chirped, handing him the usual.
“I’m tired”, he said with a sigh.
Kevin, his head low, eyes staring at the drink sitting in front of him, barely glanced at her as she appraised his disposition from across the bar.
“Long day at work?” she asked.
“No, Work was fine.”
“What’s wrong then?”
She looked him over again. His suit: sharp. His shirt: Ironed. His hair and beard: neatly trimmed and kept. Kevin wasn’t here for his daily gin and tonic. Normally he came in after the gym, in jeans and t-shirt. His corporate job required business dress, but he always changed before coming in for his drink. No, she thought, something else was up here.
“Nothing”. He pulled out his cellphone and gave the screen a few taps. Shaking his head, he put it back in the front pocket of his black jacket and reached for his drink. “Nothing at all, just tired”.
It’s more than that, thought Claire, as she continued her deductions. The cellphone was a clear clue. He was expecting something. A message from someone. In a tidal wave, the image became clear.
I have been writing for many years. I suppose that in and of itself is nothing special. Many people write. In fact, it is difficult to get through grade school without having written something. Quite a bit of something, really. Massive lengthy essays, the majority of which no one particularly cared about then nor now. This, of course, uses a rather simple and boring definition of writing. It assumes that all that is required for writing is the placement of thoughts to paper. It ignores the magic that happens when those thoughts are put into words and those words into sentences, those sentences into the paragraphs of prose or lines of poetry. It ignores the essence of the writer, who opens up his heart and soul and deliver his message. There is always a message. Whether the author is sharing something about his life, or something about people, about humanity, about the world, there is always something the author meant by the text.