Life and Sucess.

Rudeness, sorrow, drama, fear.

Just few reasons, I came here.

You don't care, and you don't see.

Words are stronger, than any being.

It's not just one, it's the race.

Sacrafices, made face to face.

Human beings, it's everyone.

It's in yourself, and your son.

Daughter or mother, the feeling comes.

And when its there, you don't think about anyone.

We just go off, like a train,

Killing others, none can stand in our way.

The thing we fight for, its not for bliss.

It's a want and a need, it's sucess.

Sucess is needed. It's just like air,

We need to breathe, and to bare. (Bare sucsess)

It's always a fight, just a race.

For who has smarts, and follows the chase.

Only so many can really win.

It's just a life-style, that has no end.

Now that you know, and really see.

Do you think, you'll sucesseed?

Knowing you'll fail, if you don't have it,

With fight, will you stand for it?

Life's a choice, and a chance.

It makes no promises, and gives a wrong first glance.

So with this note, I end my choice.

I'll stop giving in, and I'll sell my voice.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Keep in mind, when I said BARE i meant we NEED to bare sucess. We HAVE to wear sucess, to survive.
I'm sorry if it's choppy, but it's really hard for me to try with this. When I actually believe SO much in it. I feel like my words express nothing. And they don't get out how I feel, but it couldn't go any longer, or it'll drag on and on.
The last two lines don't seem as powerful as I'd like, but it's supposed to mean that you'll try to live to your best, and sell out for no one, seeling your voice to me, means selling ideas to sucseed, not selling out to fit in or to get liked.