This story is timeless.
A hunger for knowledge, boundless.
To attach moments of joy by a string.
You could see garlands of riches and gold rings.
Pain may be short-lived and be full of rust.
Fear of failure like piles of saw dust.
Discipline is the only solution as a dart.
It’s like the craft will only become art.
Consistency is the key to the sea or pond.
To all happiness above and beyond.
Irregularity of all are devil’s works.
Fake fame overpowers the jerks.
Even after countless rejections and failures to every bard.
Soldiering on, is the only way forward.
Upwards and onwards.
Or downwards if you are a minor or a half-yard.
Happiness is another myth and sorrowful.
Pleasure is heart full.
Consider them the same.
A truly wrong road ahead and no one to blame.
Choosing the right path
It’s not like tossing a coin for a bath.
But being accurate and quick.
You can be richest but loneliest and sick.
