Surreal Steps

In the shower I start to cry Tears of joy, All the sad ones have dried Feels amazing to feel loose ends sewing together Imagine in a few years, my blanket will be jammed pack Unattainable dreams I had as a child Will actually come true, just seems too wild You work hard and harder and even harder Eventually it pays off The fresh oxygen seems surreal When you do it for love or purpose All the work seems like no big deal Hard work makes for clearer mirrors, The lines and wrinkles show proof your honest and sincere No need for makeup, just take care of yourself Positivity is a magnet, a power stronger than you will provide stampedes of help Most millionaires don't appear by some lucky lad rubbing a bottle Took one man, or two men Or one idea that took hours of work and dedication to iron out Those who call it overnight success They just benefit from others work, but are too lazy to put forth their best The fire of “I can and will” outlives the sparks of “one day” When progress is made, makes that fire grow stronger and willful Doesn't matter what anyone else wants you to do or say. They can complain, they can save money, they can do whatever they want It gets harder to empathize for them when lazy ways start to taunt. In a world where many judge significance by your employer You dare start something new, they're your new destroyer Some will pick you apart or turn their heads which can make you blue But your doing something they'd never do, making your dreams true