The Way

This life is as hardcore as it gets......

No backing down, 

keep moving forward, 

sleep can't be had, 

on a bed made of laurels. 

With the past far behind, 

the future ahead, 

the rest you will get, 

will be when you're dead. 

Keep pushing on, 

for the prize that you seek, 

a race for the strong, 

no room for the weak. 

The way might seem hard, 

on a path lightly trod, 

take courage for the journey, 

with feet firmly shod. 

A race of endurance,  

a true marathon, 

your heart on the prize, 

that soon will be won.  

Many have gone, 

this way before, 

only to quite, 

returning no more. 

You are not them, 

you've made up your mind, 

the way will get easy, 

soon you will find. 

Just a bit further, 

to lighten the load, 

the way that you walk, 

is a narrow road.

Author's Note

It's easy to quite, don't quite....