If you can

If you can dream without becoming a slave to your dreams;

If you can think—rather than making thoughts your goal—

If you can deal with both triumph and disaster, you'll be fine.

Also, handle those two impostors the same way.

If you can stand hearing the truth that you've said,

Knaves twisted it to make a fool's trap.

Or you can look at the broken things you've given your life to.

And stoop to make them with rusted tools:

If you can condense all of your profits into one pile, that would be ideal.

And you're willing to take a chance on one pitch-and-toss turn.

And you'll lose, and you'll have to start all over again.

If you can get your heart, nerves, and sinew to work together, you'll be OK.

Long after they've left, you'll be able to serve your turn.

So, even if you have nothing left in you, keep going.

Except for Will, who tells them to 'Hold on!'