““That pool is cruel deep out there, my friend. And the tight rope is set up really high. It takes strength to swim, and courage to walk. In a world where it’s do or nice try. That nice try cries whys with virulent tears from fears that comply with a dread that’s left many dead from the path chose instead of the one that’s lit bright within sight like a lighthouse on a sea where thoughts of missed chances joust mentally with lances while lost souls are shaken, tossed and taken apart in the heart by failed attempts that cause limps off a barren field to a base at a place over yonder of overdue ponder where a fine line has been set for repentance to be met.””
