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Building your passion.

This was inspired after I went to a SpokenWord event for the first time at JavaMonkey in Decatur. Loved the experience!

Perhaps I was only dreaming,
Only wishing that things would fall into place,
That the blocks that scattered my mind
would build an empire from the rubble,

But deep inside, buried under this mess
I knew those words that told me to stretch out,
To reach out that hand and pick everything up.
Piece by piece, I had to rebuild.

Don't you tell me that your dreams have fallen,
Don't you tell me that its been a waste,
Because when you give up, that's it,
That's all you've got.

Sure there's a friend, a mother, and a brother,
Sure there's the heart of compassion of others,
But if your heart doesn't want it,
Then don't expect it.

I want you to take down every wall,
Take down every word against you,
Step on them and build a ladder,
Make it to heavens, you are greatness.

I believe in you, I believe in passion.
Passion is not happiness, it is sacrifice.
Passion is giving up everything you've got,
For a greater you.

Don't you ever forget that greatness is not shiny,
It's hard work and dedication. It's discipline.
Happiness is a reward for working hard,
But if you can't press the off button on the television,
You don't deserve it.

Your temporary glimpses and smiles will fade away
if you don't work for them to stay.
Look yourself in the mirror and find who you are,
You need to rise above those who think you have imperfections,

You need to realize that there's no such thing as perfection,
But for a better you,
there's always that injection of motivation from within,
That rush of adrenaline through your veins that fulfills you.

And when you reach the top of your mountain,
Never forget what it took to climb it,
Gratefulness and humbleness should always be your foundation,
They are the basis of our creation.

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