Right now I need a little push,
an urge to get me off my seat.
For I have hid too long behind the bush,
of comfort, fun and play.
I need that desire to make the leap,
to reach that glorious golden heap.
But right now I’m stuck where I stood,
no where near that passionate mood.
If only I can heave myself,
to work, to toil, to break this shell,
and bask my face under the shine,
What could I not make mine?
Though knowing and doing are two good friends,
I am torn stuck somewhere between.
But just as much as rivalry prevents,
I know I must soon make a stand.
For the flow of time awaits no man,
it is a crime to waste a second.
What I need now is a gentle hush,
but who would be the one to push?
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