‘In the struggle for excellence each day, man could choose to lament alone or face the troubles that knock at his door’

Some days are tougher to live with than most
And some truths more bitter than I can boast
But all that puts away these deformed creations
And drops down the melancholic elations
Is the remission of a fright so strangely cold
Of what would things be if weren’t so bold
Just slogging away at the corner of our beds
Until the world would confirm to our trends
Wouldn’t be a life worth living till the final curtain
All that we would hold and believe would be uncertain
Only by getting up and questioning our written fates
Slamming against the predefined universal rates
Twisting the channels of luck to our desired shape
And stepping outside the comfortable cave
Can a broken soul find some centre of peace here
Otherwise there’s a life ahead to live in total fear

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