Monday, June 28, 2010

Focused Image

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm ever catching up to you
The ocean is so wide, so I try something new
Tack less, go straight, I just go wide
Did you even notice me sailing by

Hitting the wall, I hate it, why do I always get cramps
More carbs, more liquid, I was told by the champ
Even so, he still moves, fakes me out
It feels like I can't even touch the ball

Just to make you acknowledge who I am
I keep pushing, keep fighting, natural talent be damned
Look at Edison, 10,000 tries he said
Don't give up, even if you can't rise from bed

When do we stop, when do we cry, when is failure here
The weeping and gnashing would only create more fear
But weep and gnash inside a bit
It'll keep you grounded, but avoid the pit

And eventually, you'll look at me right in the eye
I'll stare back without blinking, that's my reply
You'll know what I'm saying without any words spoken
Remember from whence you came, my future reflection

Friday, June 25, 2010

An Essay on Criticism, by Alexander Pope

My favourite section of An Essay on Criticism, by Alexander Pope. Applicable at every stage in life, huh?

A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:
There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first Sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless Youth we tempt the Heights of Arts,
While from the bounded Level of our Mind,
Short Views we take, nor see the lengths behind,
But more advanc'd, behold with strange Surprize
New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise!
So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try,
Mount o'er the Vales, and seem to tread the Sky;
Th' Eternal Snows appear already past,
And the first Clouds and Mountains seem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing Labours of the lengthen'd Way,
Th' increasing Prospect tires our wandering Eyes,
Hills peep o'er Hills, and Alps on Alps arise!