by Nick Gisburne
They say it, and they mean it, and it’s true:
The best you give is never good enough.
But who’s the punk, the powerless? Are you?
Bring all of it, the better, stronger stuff.
The games, the days, the ways they bring you down,
Are poisons in your coffee. Smash the cup.
You’re sinking. Swim. The driven never drown.
It’s time to shine, to fly, to fuck them up.
Your greatest, wildest weapon is your will,
An unrelenting love for life they lack.
Imagine it, the thunderclap, the thrill,
When all the shit they gave is given back.
You’re ready. I can see it in your eyes.
Take everything. Take nothing, ever. Rise.
