Survival of the fit?
Survival of the strong?
Reality of this thing.
Reality of the sentence.
Out of the inner strength comes this fortitude tempered and nurtured by the thoughts of a short future.
The being, the inside forces that reel in the day to make one understand.
The umbrella of the fates.
Death is coming
wrapped in a cloak of discontent or shining brightly
it still comes
You must decide.
Back of your brain, you just know.
Using the days wisely.
Choosing the nights readings.
The debates to enhance the intellect, the footprint left that makes them remember.
Choosing the fights and the loves makes all the difference.
Balled up fists, furrowed brow,
defeat the small voice and rise above
Steeping the will that calls on you.
Get it all done.
Get it all done.
Never a sheep.
Get it all done
No satisfaction-
that would mean resting
There will be plenty of time for that.
Angry at waste.
Happy but for a split second.
Looking ahead but never too far.
A backward step is giving in
