Here is the first: Judge how you may, I don't do this for a living, so I don't need to please the critics.
The Race
I look deep down where my emotions dwell
Happy at times and melancholy as well
Now I might ask – what do I need?
Is it energy, spark, the drive to succeed?
For the answer, look both ways, my friends
For there you may find the means to amends
Look to the past, where your forefathers dwell
Look to the future, where only time will tell.
Its not the here, not the there, not the somewhere out there
Satisfaction comes from the just getting there.
Its not the beginning, its not the end, its the race my friend
Its the race that we endure, that makes us happy and mature.
