I can't live without one purpose
A purpose that beats my heart
Like a shell protecting a tortoise
This purpose pushes me in a cart filled with
It wheels my whole life into perspective
I know that life shall not end with failure
But it begins with one omniescent objective
To sail the seven seas with the soul of a sailor on the cusp of
Prosperity and Greatness are two ideals
That are constituents of this grand ordeal
We can carelessly choose to skip our meals
That the great cook concocted for the ones who kneel on the rocks of
Prosperity is the inclination to Greatness
But both are doomed if Faith is dead.
Faith in ourselves and Faith in love.
Are the two ideals that will keep us in arm's length of the Kingdom of Above.