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
Looking
baffled.
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.
Sacrifice.
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…
