Seems easy doesn't it.... to just fail. To give in give up roll over play dead
Ever look at a person dedicated to the smell of their failures? Ever been that person? The one with all the excuses for why trying shouldn't happen? The person believing in all but themselves? Have you?
Being a coward requires courage. To wake up and slink past your mirror unwilling to look at the face you know will be staring back at you aghast and unsure
If you're a dreamer with no push to wake up....
a thinker with no more than the regular fleeting desire to act
The excuse giver.....there's always a good one
Or the best ever..... the quintessential procrastinator
Then you know don't you, the pains dnd the joys, ...now don't you be a liar, of giving up. Like the near addiction of picking a scab just enough that it never heals, being a coward demands perfection
Here's to the cowards. Misunderstood and maligned. Looked upon from the lofty heights of the rave in their disdain.
I leave you though.....been one of you too long. The warmth of the company of kith and kin I must now abandon and find new loves and new paths.
A toast to you. And a fleeting backward glance as I step into the ring with the bold and the brave. To be knocked down and spat at. To be heckled and jeered at.
To take my place amongst those who dared. To try. To succeed.
For I want to know the smell of sweat and hard-won victory. Farewell, for I drink a different brew now.
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