I really don't know where this came from... I was suddenly hit with inspiration from out of the blue, and sat down and wrote this, letting the words hit the paper and only looked at it when it was done. I'm not sure what to think of it, but I feel this poem maybe incidentally be deeper than I know. Some feedback would be appreciated most sincerely.
Strive
When in doubt, find the best way out.
Dont be a fool or be a cheat,
and do wrong to everyone you meet.
For what goes around comes around
and bury you underneath the ground;
no marker, gravestone, or dirt mound
for which your body can be found
No family and friends can mourn your fate
for being sensible a little too late,
inspiring nothing but loath and hate
for doing nothing considered top rate.
If you do nothing but abuse
what youve got, then youre gonna loose
everything, even your right to choose,
tween right and wrong and soon the news
will write you off as a drinker of booze
for thinking through life youd cruise
off your friends backs and Mans refuse.
Dont play it slow or take the easy way out.
Thinking youll take the shorter route
will only teach you all about
how life aint easy without a doubt.
The short will turn long and leave you behind
amongst the garbage in the daily grind
digging through trash, hoping youll find
something to get you back to the top you used to know
before society turned you down, treated you like a show
laughed at your thinking youd get somewhere far
through inside men and cheating, buying your boss a new car.
The world dont fly like that anymore.
Wheeling and dealing dont get you a score.
Needless risks, bad choices, bleeding the poor
dont work now, never worked before.
You gotta do your best, and give what you can
and prove that you are the better man
who didnt walk to work, but ran
and will strive even when things hit the fan.
Success comes from giving your all
and getting up after every fall
so when you walk down that corporate hall,
its your name on the door, observed by all.
And those cheats will be pushing carts by the mall
for they did not heed the call
And will not be where you will be
for they were unable to see
wrong from right and right from wrong.
Where they heard noise you heard the song
and where they coasted you gave it all you got
which brought you to the highest spot
so you can be what they are not.