Inspiration begins the trail, excited for what’s to come
Innocent curiosity and joy, create one
Seed in his heart for the old oak to rise,
Of Wisdom, boy your ambition, will win the Prize.
An unclear path,
The road less travelled - others take the highway, already found
But boy, oh boy, continue this journey; staying true deep inside
Crystalize, ambition, will win the Prize.
Study. Commence. Work.
Passion. Sweat. Dirt
Overgrowth crowds the forest,
dark shadow cast upon the way, rings beneath his eyes.
Bags from obsession and determination.
Commitment and Visualise, ambition will win the Prize.
On hands and knees. Plough through the Grit
“You’ll make it if you’re lucky, young Brit.”
One chance to write the book of life,
The Game no one can escape,
Until the ultimate escape-
…It was all just a game…