Mission Statement. By CpSingleton © 2015
Before your shaking hand reaches
Forth to turn the handle on that door,
Think: can my tender mind cope with
What the room may have in store.
The answers there may conspire to
Lead you down more questions trail.
Each designed to test your tread,
In hope you’ll slip and slide to fail.
Would you not be better wrapped
In cotton wool and cosy shoes?
Surely being so will put you in
The prime position to never lose?
Though, will you grow within your
Closeted, well protected castles,
If life is one big soft sweet cream
Cake, draped with silk tassels?
You see growth is always pain,
Whether in the gym or in the mind.
Nothing grows from exactly nothing
You can’t shape metal without grind.
That requires visiting the dark holes,
Armed with soap and a sponge, then
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