This is what I must be.
Indiffirent, cold, callyst when faced
With insurmountable adversity.
Life will give, but it will also take But it’s up to me wether I can haul The weight. Up to me if I choose to break.
When I’m exhausted and my body
Hints that it has nothing more to give
Is when I feel most alive.
My heart takes over and my Will pushes me to shift into overdrive.
Long ardous this march has to be.
I’m miles behind the start, it’s hot And it’s hard to breathe.
The finish line is beyond the horizon just the thought alone is making my legs weak.
Feet don’t fail me now, hard is never far from me .
I will cover ground if I have to crawl, climb, second place only means first to be beat.
Its cold If not rain than sleet, hale, snow. My pain, and grief leave me unrecognizable.
It’s as if though they will never
Know surrender, they’ve had the taste of blood and they remember.
Well I remember things also how Could I forget being ran into the dirt How could I neglect.
My suffering and The perpetual search of a way To ease my hurt.
Peace is now my ultimate objective
i can’t be slowed I can’t be stopped
Unless I’m beaten bloody senseless
I’ll push this past the point of being wreckless.
If you aren’t with than you are against it.
If you find my methods eccentric
It’s only because my rise was unprecedented.
I am unadulterated greed and hunger This is what this has always represented.
This is my way
Of letting the world know
I am coming.
I am relentless
By: Jose Serrano