When you spend it or eat it
No matter how vast the fortune
It will be spent and gone forever
There will be nothing left ever
When you spend it or eat it
No matter how vast the fortune
It will be spent and gone forever
There will be nothing left ever
Each task like a goal can only be accomplished
If all the eyes are only on this task focused
And the ears are only to this task playing ball
And the legs are there just to score that goal
The only way to reach the destination is to not stop walking
Under no circumstance should the feet freeze and cut progress
The flying cannot be allowed to stop until the limit of the sky is reached
By all means must the temptation to stop midway be rejected
Trying is not enough until every mile of the race is covered
The excuses and pleas that say enough has been done are liars
Not one, not two, but numerous steps are made to cover the distance
When Great Rome is built, it is not built in a day
It takes a whole day to add just one brick
For one brick to be laid, the sun labors from dawn to dusk
Till the numerous bricks all come together
To give Great Rome its elegance and grace
When you stop learning you are draining
Your value is dipping, you are eroding
The essence in you is wasting and corroding
Your progress is falling, you are declining
The richness in you is waning and fading
Like flies you are dropping and flopping
You see a great mansion now
Where once a void existed
Then it stood only in a mind
In a couple of minds it lived
Till one mind resolved to act
Taking personal responsibility
To lay down the first solitary brick
And that is how the mansion begun
Each time you try again
The obscurity becomes clearer
Cracks begin to appear in the colossus
The impossible no longer seems impossible
It begins to settle deep down that it is possible
When the spirit, the pillar of strength,
stands resolute and unassailable
And the will, burning like a flame of fire,
is absolute and indomitable
Backed by a conviction that stands
strong and steadfast
And fueling it all is a motivation
deep and consummate
The army of challenges simply melts away
The wall of mountains simply gives way
It is at that moment when thunder roars
In the dark sky, and the flash flood rages
And the earthquake rumbles and grumbles
That the realization sinks deep down
How wise and sensible it was that years ago
While planning and building the house
The foundation got devoted attention
Sacrifices were made to build it strong
Knowing that every drop of sweat was a must
To learn to walk
A baby step is necessary
To omit a baby step
Is planning failure at walking, forever
You are busy searching
On the bed, under the bed
On the chair, under the chair
On the table, under the table
Until you realize that the keys
Are in your hands all the while
And you laugh at the jolly folly
When your lane is congested and slow
Your eyes and heart are evermore
Envying those on the other lane
That is going in the opposite direction
That is so free and fast in motion
But only by staying put on your lane
And fighting off the temptation
Will the arrival be a revolution
Can a cake really be made in a heartbeat?
And in the same heartbeat, can it be a treat?
There is time when the cake must be baked
When ingredients must be dutifully gathered
When the flour must be carefully measured
And into the super bowl ceremoniously emptied
When the eggs must be nicely scrambled
And into the flour unceremoniously dumped
When the milk, the sugar and the butter
Must too be added to bring in more flavor
The thumb buries his head in the sand
He knows that the whole pointing is pointless
He finds shame in participating in this,
This accusation of the other party
But the thumb lacks the guts to dare the self,
That is wasting time looking for excuses
He finds himself between a rock and a hard place
Not brave enough to point one way
Or the other way, the thumb abstains
Can a car get anywhere without the driver?
Can the body stand on its feet without the head?
Your confidence is the head and the driver
It could be a large seed
Or it could be a tiny seed
It doesn't really matter
Does it grow into a big tree?
That is what really matters
For those who have a destiny to pursue
Their path has a destination they must reach
Only by staying on that road their peace is found
No matter the price it demands, they are happy to pay
Away from any clueless plain road they will run
For it lacks direction and promises meaningless bliss
Their whole life is pursuing what is meaningful to them
Intolerable to them is the easy road that leads nowhere
A thorny path that leads to their dream is more preferable
The huddles and risks along the way are huge and ruthless
But the destination they desire is even bigger and priceless
It dwarfs the impossible odds challenging their zeal
They are out to prove that mountains can be moved
Non-negotiable is the matter of pursuing their destiny
Their zeal for their destiny is one that no hammer can crush
Deadly and malignant the bush fire may be
Burning, wrecking and smashing through life
Reducing the once good moments of elation
To sad ashes that invoke sad streams of tears
Flattening the hopes that were once promising
To a barren wilderness of eternal desolation
Replacing the most wonderful experiences
With nothing but the maimed and burnt stumps
Freedom is locked up, isolated, under siege
Surrounded by the snarling smoldering fires
While all the other legs labor
Pushing and kicking
Dribbling and tackling
Passing and crossing
The guy who caps it all
With a tap into the goal
Gets all the praise
And all the applause
The plane is struggling along the road
Having by the car been candidly told
That the best way is the awesome road
To the land of the green and the bold
Now the plane is happily flying high
His heart having convinced him to fly
For his is not the road but the sky
To the land of the green and the bold