Behind the Perfect Goal

Hidden behind that perfect goal
That makes spectators gasp in awe
Is a long winding road of patient practice
There are no shortcuts to the perfect goal
There is only hard work and resolve
Fired up by a desire and faith in the goal

At the Crossroads

At the crossroads where your mind is undecided
The legs are tied, stranded and grounded
Progress is a prisoner, detained and restrained
You are going nowhere, you are impounded
The dreams, the goals and the ambitions
They all remain sleeping, awaiting a definite decision
Indecision murders those dreams in their sleep
And carelessly spills them down the drain
You are playing truant, missing the classes of failure
You miss valuable lessons in skipping those classes
You've got to make the decision now on which path to go
Either you're gonna get your dream or learn a trick