The Next

I have but one goal.

I have but one soul.

Life is rapid and burdensome.

Failure always seems to take its toll.

I refuse to give in. and let my spirit dwindle or diminish.

My drive is everlasting and my faith strong to the finish.

As long as draw a breath victory will remain in my grasp.

Surely as flesh is to bone. / Surely as earth is to ash.

I’m unworried about defeat/ I reject pain.

My warriors’ heart echo’s like the thunder before the rain.

My life.

My time.

My struggle.

My sacrifice.

My grind.

My choice is success.

My mind is focused

Forever vigilant.

No fear. No stress.

The struggle will always continue/ so forward I shall continue to press.

No fear of the unknown.

Just always in seek of the next.

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