Drive

The fact that one isn’t running doesn’t mean one should stand and do nothing.

It’s a cold dark old road that holds the desires of ones dreams.

A steady ebbing race that goes at the speed your passion drives it.

 It stops not with your accomplishment and achievement but with your very heartbeat.

Because believe it or not dreams live on as long as it reshapes and mold its purpose around the needs of it nature.

You wouldn’t do it if you don’t feel it deep down that it will come, just like earth awaits springs or as the birds anticipate certain winds to fly.

You may call Him a fool at 40 chasing after a need that you feel should be left for the younger generation.

But we tend to forget that he intends to bear his young generation one he intends to keep update.

So he’d sacrifice his honor and reputation to replacing his lost time at the mercy of future.

Might never be royals but comfort is one thing sort by everyone regardless of the manner its obtained.

One-man food is another man’s poison but adaptation and survival tend to bend the rules.

As scorching sun drives the pigs to the mud so does the thirst for wealth drives man to inspire.

Tell me what can chase away this burning pain of if and what if?

The madness reminds you that you picked the wrong way?

Either ways you have to pick one and what you make of it is high dependent on what you will of it.

Shame will be the word for a mess and being less or else you break through the fears.

Dust your boot, tip your hat and take a leap of faith choosing wisely what makes you, which is the force that drives you.