The Causeway

Once again I make my trek
Following causeway,right to the neck
Shall the strong current allow me to pass
Or will I just stagnate,along with the mass
For futures are earned,no one's to give
The bold chances taken are what makes us live
For we all have rainbows at journey's end
They actually exsist,not just pretend
The contents of pot,whether gold are tin
Depends on the effort you give from within
So gather your courage and never forsake
For the future ahead is all yours to make