What's left in the tank Attract what I allow Had to replan revising bad times Strengthened my core like a plank Baptized by the rain in advance Show up like it's half time Grown tired of retracing my steps Adjacent within, adjusting to the deadlines Listen to stories left behind by my kin They don't age poorly Holding my focus Hard like the chin I take my losses I'm off with the wins I hung up the wind chimes early I only take as much as I give Dismissive when reluctantly irks me I kept my heart still Nowadays we wake up with purpose Keep in mind in time Insyt keeps it, immersive You better head for the hills We on with the journey There ain't much to fear