Twenty seven years fueled with dreams and thoughts
Overcome the fact, that I’m still not sure enough,
About what I should have accomplished, only the thought and I am crushed,
But then I look up to that faithful sun,
And start the day again,

Cause I got be graveled in dirt, spit on, pissed in my face,
It’s still only a Monday, a day, in an entire year,
So the judgement can fly off in the wind,
And the thoughts of others can burn before my eyes
It’s only a day in an entire year,

So I’m not getting overwhelmed, not this time,
This time, I’ll punch the gravel away,
I’ll laugh at others, for having nothing better to do,
And If I shed a tear, I’ll shed it, you should too
Because why live for others, it’s your life to flow through you
And even mountains seem high to accomplish in a day,
But what does it matter, you’re gonna get there anyway,

So I challenge you my friend, the one whom I only trust,
Make every day somewhat fun, don’t stop doing things
Because others said some things, cause they found it a must,

They can grow roots the entire year,
While you walk by them every year,
Growing step by step and as you look behind,
You’ll see their roots sticking in the ground,
Like they never had a chance…

My Friend.