Omens Are Mine To Create
The signs are there; but successes are few
The signs are ominous; but they never materialize
Its all in the mind.
I work hard and thoroughly explore every available angles but breakthroughs are rare
I don't give up even if my tire legs demand that I stop
I defy and shall not surrender to the Devil of Failures
'Cos the Angels of Successes are only a hairbreathe away
These angels are around and available if only we don't shut the doors
They are mine and sent to alleviate the pains and eliminate the failures
Believe in yourself; nothing is impossible
The pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow
Its a covenant that we shall get it if we have FAITH
Believe in it and it shall materialize. More often than not, successes are just an amoeba waiting to multiply; not one but a nucleus.