Entrepreneur
In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of these are and what I think he meant
Before you demur let's confer, after you'll concur
All there is is progress or regress, no dormant
Don't be a seed sitting around waiting for water
Be the rain, Kim Peek, no limit to your extent
Self-educate and continually be the successor
We're all geniuses, so much potential in you unspent
Don't defer or deter because you're scared to err
How many times did Edison fail before he got the hint?
Go out and get it, there’s no such thing as de jure
How long did the Beatles play before they got their stint?
Try new things, never know what might be your spur
San Antonio, you’re never too old to reinvent & augment
It takes work though, think your dreams'll just occur?
Slow & steady wins the race, can’t start off at a sprint
Dreams'll? I'm inventing words, I'm a connoisseur
I'm no superhero though, don’t call me Clark Kent
Just a nobody tryin’ to help, I’ll be your chauffeur
Don't want you to wake up at 40 and lament
Don’t want you to wake up at 40 and it be a blur
Seen too many people grow old with resent and contempt
Seen too many people thinkin’ bout places they coulda went
I'm hoping these words are like medicine, antibiotics, a cure
I'm hoping these words help you find intent and content
I'm hoping these words are something like a brochure
for a 5 star resort in euphoria called "A Life Well Spent"
Examine your thoughts, which ones tend to recur?
Are they rooted in ascent or descent? Your consent
They won't relent, which ones would you prefer?
Don’t need a lifeline Regis, think positive & imprint
Some days it’s easy, some days you’ll have to procure
Some days it’s bright, some days there’s solely a glint
Hang tight, please don’t give into everything with an allure
Seen too many people walkin’ round with superficial splints
Work on your inner swag, forget all that haute couture
Victims to big business, you really wanna be a percent?
You’re joggin’ down jaded avenue, takin’ every detour
Joggin’ down my own street, headed straight for the obscure
Posted up at the library, guess I might as well pitch a tent
Readin’ Vonnegut, Huxley, Marquez, Dostoyevsky, Faulkner
Been staring into this pad so long I’m havin’ to squint
Props to you if you’re still readin, just slurrin’ manure
Only a few lines left in this vent, if I’m lucky it’ll leave a dent
Got my fingers crossed you like this, might be premature
These thoughts get heavy, fall out and break the cement
These words like a cock roach, nothing they won’t endure
These words make yuh fall to your knees and repent
Rhymes for days, don’t even gotta change the ends to –urr
Shout-out to Chingy, still listenin’ to Holiday Inn & Right Thurr
If I ever get rich think I’ll go disappear out in Kuala Lumpur
Gettin’ lost in the flow, one more line, I wanna ensure
Remember one thing, you are your life's entrepreneur
Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015
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