Now is the while that for a while you were thinking
To be or not to be on the verge of blinking….
On doing the necessary when the time will come
To make it count from all and none ….
Shall it be right or will it be wrong
Just sit tight and hear this song….
This world is mere big and you’re too small
To find yourself sick after your thousandth fall….
Which of your niche will be a ditched cliche..you’ll never find
Misery will always be a glitch..never expect it to be kind ….
Kind of weird the world may seem
And it’s the bitter truth if you choose with esteem….
Shattered and broken..your nerves will smell
For the type of loser you’ve become..your chilled spine will tell….
The buried renaissance will shout “that shit..that shit”
To which your existence will roar “that’s it..that’s it”….
Options are options and they never end up
Deciding our fate on the play of luck ….
So let the stand-out be your voice
To sparkle out among-st the demoralizing foul noise….
Where it tells the tale that is untold
Which announces the title of the chapter that is to unfold ….
About your soul who jumped in the fiddle
And traveled the path where hope resides a little ….
A little did it knew that the moment had become it’s sidekick
‘Coz the thousandth fall was it’s last misery to lick ….
‘Never Give Up’ was it’s solemnly followed judgmental attitude
Now it’s your job to reach the non-infinitesimally measured altitude….
For the spot is yours and it’s forever reserved
So just hold your nerves and feel beautifully versed….
Word life-this is basic thuganomics two point O
Now make your run to victory with final KO….