There is in life a constant struggle,
Which some describe as hustle,
When in your ears reign prompting voices,
That of your life, are requesting choices.
In the dark and daring roads of life,
Or in the bright and beaming paths of life,
You, are but solely, one judge, to decide,
Which of these choices will reside.
But the paths that lead to progressive choices,
At times are drowned in deafening noises,
Shrouding our thoughts in vain obscurity,
Depriving us of sense and security.
Loudly, more depressing,
With every reason perplexing,
Is when paths in view, appear to lead to,
The end you seek to get to.
When such storms hit your brain. BE COOL,
And lay to rest your thinking tool,
Knowing not to draw to yourself more fear,
For Our Fathers help, is always and forever near.
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