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One’s ultimate desire is to be truthful and real;
All humankind knows exactly how you feel! But no pain, no gain – you’ve got to tough it out. Truth is, changing course isn’t what life is all about. Be true to yourself; respect the reserve in your tanks, And for each lucky break, give your whole-hearted thanks. Because the only true way to get all you deserve Is to have ample room to keep a little in reserve. Sometimes a challenge will put you in arrears; But the only real insult is not having any peers – Your only dilemma is that your peers expect a compliment, But the talent is yours – quite a noble predicament! Time is a game, and the sum of all parts. Breathing a sigh of relief is where it all starts. Because when you relax, it feels like a game; With competitive juices, no one’s to blame.
© Copyright 2007 Tim Chiu (UN: mirtx at Writing.Com).
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