Success: Motivator

Connect The DOts

The farther back you look the farther forward you see,
And the more you try the more you will be,
And so you will look into me,
As my soul starts to flee.

I ask myself, Who Am I?
Unknowingly I start to cry,
I gush out my eye,
Pull it to pen to never lie.

I stop to look at the Mirror,
My inside starts to wither,
Brain and heart comes nearer,
And yet everything is not clearer.

I get tired of being A Laughing Stock,
Never been built from a block,
And yet I connect with a clock,
Only because I hawk.

I get tired of the fact that We Hate It,
Expectations expect me to quit,
When I refuse it will hit,
And yet I still sit.

I hate looking so Broke,
Pulling over the cloak,
No more time for a joke,
A hospital with no stroke.

I rip The Paper That Was Written,
Hoping that I was never bitten,
And yet I'm still smitten,
I will be taking what was given.

Tired of only Looking,
Do you smell what I'm cooking?
I'm curing my hooking,
And victory is what I'm booking.

I choose to never be Depressed,
This mask it will never be dressed,
I will haunt for the chest,
A heart that will be guest.

I will never Shed A Tear,
It's something that I will never bear,
In me there will never be fear,
Everything suddenly so clear.

I get up to Fix It!
I made the choice to fit,
And now I will split,
To become me who will be lit.

I was so out with 1 Bar,
But one move was never far,
I choose to be who we are,
That shiny little star.

I will never be Imprisoned,
Since I have my own vision,
I made up a decision,
To look inside the incision.

From the inside I'm Empty,
And so I choose to be friendly,
To what was always many,
But now I'm plenty.

I walked away from the name Trash,
A name that will always make me crash,
It turned into ash,
And it was not for some cash.

It was my decision to never be Normal,
People were taught what was formal,
And so they wish to call be abnormal,
Because I will be the paranormal.

What I did took all the Courage,
When they tried so hard to discourage,
My inside was what will encourage,
And so I packed my baggage.

I knew that it was Time,
And that was now mine to grime,
My actions were never a crime,
But I will never be a slime.

Just Like you I had A Goal,
It's something that I wish to score whole,
It's what connects to my soul,
It's what makes me roll.

What I choose makes A Future,
A wound that has no suture,
I look for a suitor,
One who succeeded to being a tutor.