Forge On
The path is always bent; You trip stumble over a patch of Earth; The reasons are lacking; Do It Anyway; Forge On
Forge On
Your motives may not be pure
Intentions clouded or foggy
The drive might be gone from Your Life
The critics would cut You to ribbons
Do It Anyways
The path is always bent
You trip stumble over a patch of Earth
The reasons are lacking
But You want something vague and unformed
So Do It Anyway
Maybe You can fix together on route
On the piss poor journey to a destination You cannot know
But You work and type over breakfast and before bed
And You were up all night
Your sleep isn’t quite right
You’ve had a few fingers of whiskey
But there’s a vague notion You have
You thumb it out on Your phone
And only 4 people will read it
Do It Anyway
Is it the Superbowl? Are You a paid up multimillionaire?
Of course not
Is this good enough reason to quit?
Well probably not,
If all the poor masses mumbled and never spoke
If all the thespians sat in Their box houses
If writers didn’t have a room and quiet to attend to Their Writings
Where would that leave Us?
So do it anyways and the Stars will align
And Your path will be the straight and narrow
And the Lord Will be a lamp to Your feet and light to Your path
You could not have ever seen the way forward
Looking back loses Utility
So You must Forge On
Forge On