The road of victory
Is not one as it seems;
It is two or even more.
It is a without the cleansing hyssop;
It is full of stains.
Every drifter prepares for it
Without landing
But none does so
Without winning spots
On a white slate.
A slate stained by cheerings
And jeerings,
Stained by the fire
Fueled by the ire of desire
Burning within;
A desire to win
A war that started
Before it started
Right in the corner of the mind.
Resilence is the weapon
That turns victory on;
It makes the fear of failure won by you
Yes you!
Because you can do it
Yet you can’t do it without stains.
PAUL
BUSHMAN
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