Striving, thriving, driving,
No rest, so stressed.
When woken dreamers in a disarray
Make sleepless progress every day.
The wishes of the night,
Begin to pour into the day-light.
And the hours spent wide awake,
Wind together without a break.
Yet worthwhile is seems,
To the eyes of those with dreams.
For one blink less,
Means one step nearer to success.
And soon there they will be,
A wish a solid reality.
And the lost hours of night,
Will have aided them in the fight.
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