Cold feet towards defeat

-The Vyrus

The philosophy of life is diverse

Each believed to lead to greatness

I fight the forces of success-in-reverse

The pursuit of happiness

I pick the fine time to deliver hardwork

Its a crooked old road of labour

No beginner's luck in jobs at sea ports

Repel failure for glamour

Hardtimes sad times and happy hours

You choose

Its your choice to make it ours

Mine too

Its a loss when I'm dead

I re-match when I loose

The God provides that daily bread

Lifts me up after I tie my shoes

Cloudy skies of gray finish

How strange

Swampy field of brown garnish

More strange

Heads or tail its still an end

Finish lines of great history

In sands of time the rules are bent

I create my own victory

Unidentified Individual