If you want something bad enough
You will assay to get it;
And if the fight’s worth fighting
You will never, ever quit it
If you desire to travel
You cannot be stopped by doors:
And should you want to change your life
The power, friend, is yours
If you want something bad enough
You will assay to get it;
And if the fight’s worth fighting
You will never, ever quit it
If you desire to travel
You cannot be stopped by doors:
And should you want to change your life
The power, friend, is yours
He made the choice he made, and now
His fractured life is in a mess;
He’s heard, ‘there’s more to life than fantasies’ —
It seems to him
There’s less
She said, “That’s fine. The choice is yours.”
And his eyes gazed straight into hers
The only choice he saw, was this:
To give up all
For just
One kiss
I miss her playing
She dropped it
In exchange for … what?
What I meant to do
And did are different things.
They are related,
Albeit
Rather distantly…
The nerve of that woman
To go be happy —
Doesn’t she know
She’s single?
Living entirely her own life,
Making all her own choices
As to how to make this world
A better one,
And perfectly content —
That’s got to be an act, right?
Where I come from,
Everyone is miserable
Single, married or otherwise:
That’s how it’s supposed to be
But she’s sitting on a beach somewhere
Happily within her own thoughts
Living an independent existence
Where love is a matter of daily choice
Not ritual obligation
What’s wrong with her?
Or is there maybe
Something wrong with me?
In less reported sports today:
Security knocked out Novelty,
Walls held back Human Interaction,
Routine thrashed Adventure,
And Creativity was shut out by Imitation.
The losing sides all blamed Others
For their various defeats.
Careful analysis of the contests, however,
Showed “Choices” to be the major contributing factor
To these unexpected losses.
“One days’ defeat, however,
Does not a season make,”
Said the coach of one of the losing sides.
“We can change everything starting
right
now”
Alone at a party
She decided she wanted to play a character
Someone to replace the drab her
She had been seeing at home in the mirror
So, armed with the magic elixir of Ancient Age,
She burned away her real personality
And while she made no wise choices that night,
She has no regrets, either
For freedom rings, passion blazes,
Youth must live, and mistakes
Have to be experienced