There is a pendulum,
Swaying from corner to corner,
on one pass it hisses: "You are nothing",
but after "believe in great things"
Knowing both will always be there,
I'm choosing to listen to the voice that ignites
Bravery and belief.
I won't hibernate,
I won't hide, or sink my head low.
There is still good in today.
And each day after that,
And a parade of tasks awaits,
That are all good and worthy,
And beckoning us to partake.
Because giving up could never
produce a better way.
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