That waking up before the sun
getting the work done
sweat your only companion
and it too leaves you
out in the crowd you aspire to shine
but in putting the hard yards when alone, why whine?
Without the need of an outside stimulus
find that motivation within
conquer your own demons first
push yourself to the hilt
everyone maybe against you now
persevere and in your favour the world shall soon tilt.
Every minute you put forth counts
don't think it'll go to waste
great things do take time
it never happens in haste.
Doing the same thing everyday
is boring only if you don't want it badly enough
the grind in itself is a love affair
and in it, everything's only fair.
The lures of life and many a pitfalls along the way
the grind truly tests your character
"no one's really watching,
let's skip the session today"
don't be fooled, it ain't blind
there's no cheating THE GRIND.
Eclipsed by the shadows of ego drunk on self-conceit the hardwired beliefs some fallible, others concrete.
Man and his greed all the vices in between soul-crushed spirit-exhausted willingly unkeen.
Lying in the dungeons of darkness only to rot in misery from unawares to awareness unconscious to consciousness certainly an inner thing illuminate the life from within let there be light and soar to greater heights.