Sometimes I’ve been down,
This thing called failure,
Is all in the mind,
And is a personal decision,
And can be avoided,
By trusting in thyself.
I’ve smoked and drunk,
To find solace and gratification,
And the only thing,
That has prevented me,
From ruining thyself,
Is being born mean.
Why do it today,
What I can put away,
And do tomorrow?
Is a personal mantra,
That has ruined many souls.
Greatness on the horizon!
I can reach it,
If only I can stretch thyself,
Beyond the limit,
Of mediocrity,
And pick myself up,
Whenever I fall down,
And keep my funs

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