The Path

Take, tear, sweat, bleed.
We all want things but not many are prepared to go after it.

Turn away, walk away, forsake.
We all want a new morning but fear keeps us gripping the night, 
finding shelter in its known darkness and greater fear of the bright unknown.

Alone, singular, prime.
This goal can nothing else but your own
As every step must be earned or forfeit by your own will.

Dream, Fly, Soar
Break the shackles of your old self, look up and step with educated choice.

Transform, become, be.
Live the new you now and not see it as a dream across the field hazed in a morning never to come.

Forget,
The ways of old, the ways of rust, the ways of stagnation.

The end,
Never approaches for this journey possesses not the finality of the one you lead now.