Awake in the night, tired, looking at a moon-ray, You plead, “I give up,” but your heart says, “Nay! Work, work oh! You. Work while still sane, Let them wait, them soothing songs of the rain. Go on! Go on, now! Keep marching forward, There is still time for you to journey onward. None of this rest is good, no home is home, For you, oh traveler, till you reach your goal. Hills, and lakes, and all your falls, Momentary stops, they are. Not impassable walls. No, don’t stop yet, you still have some more fight, Left hidden somewhere not so deep in your might. Get up then, bring that force to the fore, Crawl if need be, but do move toward that shore. Where the rain sways and sings in mid-air, Where its chiming dancing drops, have you snared. Walk this hurdle-some path, especially if alone, For only this shall take you, to your only worthy home!”