Always reaching out for something more,
But somehow only ever hitting the floor.
Chasing after the next greatest high,
Daring to dream; dying to try.
Every slip and every stumble in the dark,
Failure is simply missing the mark.
Grief and remorse may satisfy a season;
Hopefulness has to be the reason.
It's the reason to get back up and demand for more,
Just to be a little closer than you were before.
Knack and talent rarely grow without heart.
Longing to reach the finish from the start
Means pushing past the obstacles in your way,
Not putting the dream on a shelf for another day.
Oh my darling, you’re so much closer than you think!
Push past the pain! You are not the weakest link.
Quell those demons racing through your brain,
Remember none of it is done in vain!
Step lightly, step hard; sprint fast or walk slow.
Take yourself wherever you’re meant to go.
Understanding this is a race you run alone,
Voraciously devouring what was once unknown.
Wildly tearing away from deadened roots,
Xenacious in all of your pursuits!
You can make it beyond your goals if you remember to be
Zealous in striving toward the victory!
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