Drive

Drive, the intangible concept that resides in those who have ambition.

 The God given fire that seems to burn through any type of adversity that chooses to oppose it.

It's the same drive that pushed you to get that A, finish that play, or reject that blunt cause you want to live another day.

 But it's also that drive that pushed you to take that shot, smoke that pot, or go to third base with the girl you've always chased.

 You see there's only one drive, simply used in different ways.

 But if you want to touch lives you got to channel it, if you want to reach goals you have to control it.

Cause a drive is a drive and it's going to go wherever your mind and heart direct it.

When you make that choice to be better, to improve upon yourself with every day that passes, constant breaking that weak ideal that the sky is the limit or you can reach the stars.

We're going to leap Universes and belittle Galaxies.

The world will ponders at how that little spark inside of you slowly growing as each word that your eyes read or your ears conceive breath air to an untouchable beast of a flame that the sun won't even dare to outshine.

We will bemuse people with a paralyzing amount of accomplishments that no man but Jehovah himself will see coming.

We'll leave a legacy so immense that any aspiration that doesn't reach it will be nothing less of success.

The word failure will not just be foreign but completely eradicated from the human mind along with weakness and loss.

This is because a drive can't fail, it fights until it conquers or completes.

Drive doesn't know defeat, and that's what's going to make us an unknown elite.

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