One Meal Does Not Make a Fat Man
The nights are filled with tremors, growing ever scary and bigger
The troubles and fears cloud what was once good
After hours the demon flees your brain, where it once stood
As you awaken from the window’s light glimmer.
Pain splinters your mind, like axe to wood
Like the day before, you observe breakfast simmer
Unmethodically, however, you stop to consider
If your prison in life is misunderstood.
Motivation has vanished, and defeat is present
Too many times have you mustered to try
Little success yet excessive failures, you feel as though your fate is tied.
But like a match in the dark, success is luminescent
And the flame must grow before it dies
The light shines as bright as your will’s extent
For concede is self-assented
And giving in to the burn will soon end the light.
It is a willful desire to bite into your meal
And give fuel for today’s ambitions
You must evaluate your own intentions
Rather than start a day with time to kill.
Take advantage of what is in your position
Maximize the potential of your ordeal
Give effort to work, learn, and heal
And dedicate yourself to Ascension.
After meal one, you must keep eating
You see the alternative in your routine life
After a setback, do not concede to the strife
Then when the drum sounds good just keep beating
Let the rhythm of victory fuel more drive
This must sound better than conceding
You’ll begin to hear the demons leaving
For your fire is now too big to fight.
In order to continue growth:
After you eat, choose and pave a plan
This next road forges child into man
Comfort or victory? You cannot have both
If you seek Ascension, eat as much as you can
Trust yourself, no longer needing hope
Swear discipline and grind as an eternal oath
For one meal does not make a fat man.