Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.
I feel I've got 10 books in me.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.
Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.