Once again, another failure.
It’s like the pick of the litter, it’s my flavor.
I climb the mountain, and I am almost there.
Then the wind of disappointment comes out of nowhere.
Yet again, I am at the bottom,
hopes and dreams again forgotten.
Why is my life up and down?
Should I keep trying or shut down?
Sometimes I am through with this rat race called my life.
If I cannot conquer my destined plight.
I break down on the playground and find myself in lockdown.
I don’t know what is worse, fighting an entity that I do not know,
Or facing the horrors of my former shadows.
The fruits of my labor did not start with me.
Perhaps I should search for my family tree.
In the roots of my ancestors, I might find the key,
To break the chains of this cyclical misery.
With each branch, a story, a lesson to learn,
A beacon of hope, for which I yearn.
For in their struggles, I might see,
The strength and resilience passed down to me.
So I rise once more, with renewed might,
To conquer my fears and reclaim my light.
For every fall, there’s a chance to rise,
And on my journey, I’ll find the prize.
Forget those warnings from the FBI
If you hear a baby's cry outside
In the dead of night - don't go out there.
Sure. That's going to be easy to ignore.
The second I hear a baby’s cry
I will not remember it could be a trick. I am going out there to save that baby.
I have read this is how serial killer get their victims out of their houses.
I don't care! The second I hear a baby,
I will run outside, in the dead of night, in my pajamas.
Without any thought of myself.
If there is a serial killer out here,
He can rest easy. He has his pick of the litter.
There are six women out here searching for that baby.
Crème de la crème, that's what you are
The top of the heap, the pick of the litter
Ain't no others
Perpetual summers
When you appear, my life's all a-glitter
Acquire peace of mind and serenity.for failure will not overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.making my hide and my will tough.pushing my self to higher limits.and keeping god first like that number one digit.never fall in second place in this life style called the human race.but i will win even if i fall and stumble.ill look back at my competiters and remember to stay humble.cause i wasnt born to be a quiter. or fall in second place as if thats the pick of the litter.strive to always be number one and never quit til the job is done
PICK OF THE LITTER
The other pups sold for eight hundred,
a thousand. She was bought, returned.
Too bright, too hard. A diamond.
We got her for a prayer,
and now we’re paying.
Oh those trickster-
sparkling eyes.
She’s price-
less.