She takes time to grasp a few little things
Has to go over and over for letting things sink.
And if and when she does, it takes her a while
To muster the courage, and go that extra mile
Why such a grind is what you may ask
Why be so rueful over simple easy tasks?
Why wait for the winds for them to take a turn
When she’s equipped to sail through and learn!
“Now here’s the catch, listen to this story
There’s always chaos before there’s glory
There’s not much feat when wheels just turn
If you want some worth you need a good churn.
You see, when we’re born, life’s fresh like milk
Pure and untouched, no matter our ilk
Sweet and nourishing but just water and fat
It’s the same for a commoner or an aristocrat
We are told to drink this life and survive
Some drink as served, get added to the tribe
Come rain or sunshine, they keep the wheels turning
But a few ladies n lads begin doubting and burning
These are the ones who let the milk curdle
Setting themselves for adventure and hurdles
Fluid before, letting life turn pungent and sour
And then a thickening core with each passing hour
This is the moment, when shit hits the fan
Do you throw away the curd, & quit while you can
Emotions helped you curdled, and you came thus far
But do you close your mind or leave it ajar?
Can you beat yourself and whisk the set curd
Can you endure the strikes to have the last word?
And if you do, you’ve lived through the spat
You’ve waited enough, to see the whey and the fat
Now here’s the thing, to ponder, remember
some drink up the whey and they surrender
Some go for the fat, to keep their lights burning
break new paths, while the wheels keep turning”
Now will she survive the whisk and the churn
Would she waste away or would she instead learn
To drink up the whey or feast on the meaty fat
Only time will tell, coz that’s no easy chat.