The base of all truths 
Lies in the woulds,
"I would" or "I would have...if"
Just stop the suppositions,
And start with the affirmations
"I can" and "I will."

The sliver of hope complicates struggles the most
For reasons all absurd,
The cup of belief rises from deep
Standing on the cusp of dream,
Overflowing in its warmth
Ambitions carry their own charm.

Discipline's the word, the key
To unlock the mystery,
Of inspiration to overcome
It's what defines us in the long run,
Doing the impossible decides our fate
Dreams don't come with an expiry date.