One thing I’ve learned in time
That winning is the easy part
It’s the losing that’s hard
When things are going right
It feel effortless, natural even
And when things hid the skids
Every moment is a struggle
The trick is
To direct that struggle
Towards the good times
And plot and plan
Like a game of chess
Until you are the master
Of your world
Not the pawn of circumstances
Some win without graft
But more often than not
The gem of success
Starts with a struggle
To hammer out your world
Like a wise blacksmith
Take heart
It can happen
When least expected
Maybe from a different direction
Than you are staring at
Just hold on
And catch the right waves
And life will open up to you
Like a golden flower
