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.