I will have a title and a salary and a desk and a boss. Mondays must perhaps be. But walking now outdoors, I drift along free and empty. Nothing can touch me when I am nothing. Dismay can block your sight.
Fear can leave one weak.
Seclusion makes one empty. Darkness will swallow you whole. If you'd like to win but think you can't, It's almost a cinch you won't. Life's battles don't always seem to go To the strongest or fastest man, But sooner or later the man who wins Is the one who thinks he can. Anonymous Let's concentrate on a worthwhile goal That no child be unwanted, that no person go unloved.