Strive

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Why spend?
Our time?
Our Money?
Why waste?
On what?
And give to who?

We waste our being,
On a concept,
That was born from a thought.
A dream.
A vision.

Starting with the first incision.
Just a drive,
A push.

One step at a time.
Speed is not a crime,
But a deterrent,
From reality.

The brutality of reality,
Gives no one the chance,
To speed.
Or to slip or to fall,
Only stay on the ball.
And roll.

With little help,
One must survive.
Live,
Few will thrive.

To thrive one must strive.
Strive to live,
Strive to do.

Those who strive,
And thrive,
Are those who we pay.
Our time.
Our money.
We pay.





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