How is success measured,
And who is to measure me?
I own no home.
I have no money,
I'm a nomad,
I'm meant to roam.
I counted my pennies,
But couldn't afford a phone.
I have a job, I went to college,
But I'll throw it all away.
Money's always meant nothing to me,
And still to this day.
If you want to be great,
Make yourself better,
If you want to be the best,
Read the rest of this letter.
There is no contest,
Life is not a race.
Competition exist only in minds,
And on a competitor's face.
We create hate,
We let dream be reality.
If we took everything,
As but a formality,
If we dedicated our lives
To creating the means for every life.
We could lift the world,
Eliminate strife.
If we knew that we did our part
We would be guaranteed a home,
Food in our belly,
Mending for a broken bone.
If you knew you would always
Have the time to nourish your soul,
Could you let go?
Could you burn up all the money,
Burn down the bridges of a delusioned past?
Life is what we make it,
The only thing that we can be the best of
Is ourselves,
The only person you can be better than
Is your former self,
But that isn't competition,
It is growth,
It is maturation,
It's understanding's
Celebration.
We are meant to work together,
Not against,
Our minds are greater together,
The world must be convinced.
Enlighten yourself,
Live the change.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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