Philosopher's Pen

It is okay to be tired To accept that there is a hole oozing out your vitality  To feel like you can't lift a finger And that you don't want to fight anymore Remember it is hardly ever smooth for anyone Nobody ever feels strong enough all the time It is ok to take a brake Sometimes you can surely break But remember no one has your feet So no one can really stand for you better than you You have your hands The helping hand can be more experienced or even skilled than you But will never be able to do your work like you Whatever it is You have to rise up as hard as it is Breathe in even if  you wish you would never breathe again Look into the blue sky where there is nothing Remember only you can stand for you And as long as you are alive you can still win

The problem is not knowing what to do The problem is not lack of the little resources The problem is not being without the right connection The problem is not being willing to pay the price To make the sacrifice To say bye to the little pleasures of life for the great ones The problem is the lack of will to stand longer in the cold Hold on to the race Having faith in the last jab The problem is lack of faith in the single brick Lack of trust in the soft stroke of motar on each layer of destiny Lack of will to do it by and by The problem is lack of will and ability to wait

Love is not convenient Love lives through nice and hard times Love is not perpetual agreement Love is deep understanding of individuality and unity Love is not always for the loved Love loves even when not loved Love is not deserved Love is a gift given Love is not always close to stay  Love can still love from far away Love not for the perfect Love is understood by those who forgive and are forgiven Love is not only for fondle  Love is also for brothers, nations and nature We not only live for love We also live because of love

A great lion is the one which looks away to shade it's tears The cab should not see a wrinkle or a frown They are like a fountain to their young ones That they should never lack water even when it is all dry A rock that covers the back of the cave so that inside is dry in storms A perfect cover that protects the pride from stinging cold winds The fire that keeps the inside of the cave warm The hope that shines in the heart of the pride The rain that brings the wild to life Sun that makes all life possible A foundation that never shakes A pillar that never breaks under whatever weight  A smile that never fades Bright eyes that radiate hope The King of the jungle of life

This life is a lonely Island Nobody knew anybody until they got here As much as people think they know anybody They know nobody still But they have a book penned by their own sweat, breath and blood All these knowledge is engraved in a place where they will never fade Sea of experiences and observations Pictures from the past paint the future It gets dark sometimes No light shine from yesterdays or tomorrow  It is hard to trust the sight But I promise One can trust the light of a beating heart 

People are proud They love when you look up to them They can hate when you look across the table They hate more when they look up you So my child People will hate on you Not because you are that bad Sometimes they are afraid that you will look at eachother across the table Maybe because they will look up to you If you fail my child It is not because of your colour or sex It is not because they hate on you It is because of you  My child It is hard for a person of our race to break through At home or abroad But people have made it through And have turned out better than diamonds So you know who you are Not how people look at you If a pink panther can dance more than a hating human It is better anyway and it will not matter in a free world So dance and don't blame the slippery floor Turn your waist the best you can even if you have no shoes Swing like a god even if your butt is bare Do your best let the world sleep with its care Dance if that is all you can offer