Who am I to remain complacent
As the world so passes me by
Let all my blessings slip away
Because my hands are idle while my mind runs wild
What’s the point of an idea?
If I talk and never do the work
Let all my notions come to fruition
By others who listened to me and then produced
I pray daily
But even God knows
That without effort I cannot go far
I speak to my elders
Who always voiced
“It’s good to dream but hard work takes you far”
So who am I to be less than great?
Who am I to not develop with time
Success does not come from just what you think
But what you execute in your life
“Speak life into yourself and you will awaken the soul that was held prisoner by your doubts and complacency.” – Monica Renata
