Crash, burn, play havoc for idle dreams soon die,
why shy now after your dreams lost all your dignity,
claim it and fight for it and never give up for anyone’s cry,
it is now or never, with your lazy mirth raze the city;
have guts, funds locked with family and friends,
feels cheap to beg or haggle for money,
be stubborn and ask for your due after making amends,
you fed with failure’s tonic might just taste honey;
take a gamble and make a final plunge,
win or lose you would have tried,
if refused this then alone lunge,
for then it would have been better to have died;
victory over my dreams shall be mine,
for I will no longer wither and pine.
Solitary Wanderer 