Combat those Distractions

Distractions are like wolves
That threaten to tear apart your dreams
Leaving them in neglected tatters
Like discarded bits of papers
Your dreams are left in rags

No Work No Gain

There is going to be no gain
Out of the blank thin air
Only a seed of relentless passion
Cultivated over a period of commitment
A period of tireless determination
Is bound to bring forth
That fruit of unfeigned contentment

That Little Voice

When that little voice inside the head
Gets busy and noisy
Saying that you are too small for the big goal
That you are not good enough for the star role
It is time to shut the doors of the ears
To keep at bay that noise of jeers