To break the mold

The rich gets richer,
The poor gets poorer,
The fit gets fitter,
The fat gets fatter,
That is momentum of our lives,
That is how we normally live.

But it doesn't have to be that way,
You could turn it around the other way,
You could control the outcome of your life,
But it would be the fight of your life.

It would take a lot of energy,
It would take a lot of effort,
It would cause a lot of grief and anger,
It could be the end of you.

But things won't get better if you don't do it,
Things won't improve if you don't face it,
You have to stand up and completely beat it,
Or it will overcome and completely beat you.

Look for strength in hope and prayer,
Look for support from your progress each day,
You can make it if you stick to it,
And once you've turned it around...

The rich gets richer,
The fit gets fitter,
And you... live the life you deserve...

Death of the artist

Long I have feared this day would come,
When ideas no longer bloom,
And every inch of inspiration,
Is a struggle full of gloom.

Myself as an artist is dying,
Killed slowly by the mundane things I do,
I should have sat longer praying,
For my soul is in need of help too.

As I become weaker and more feeble,
My hopes begin to dim,
Every thought makes my brain tremble,
As things look more grim.

How I long for the days of youth,
Wasted and withered away,
I was a fool back then I know,
Because nothing is here to stay.

As I slowly stand up again on my feet,
My knees creak and crack,
But I shall not admit defeat,
I know one day I'll be back.