Keep Up

Good luck trying to establish order,

In the place where we allow all types of disorder,

Changing the rules can feel like a murder,

Poison on the tongue burns to make it warmer,

And its kisses work like a charmer,

Keep watering your dreams like a farmer,

Until they bloom, or blow up,

Is not always by choice that you’ll show up,

Sometimes reality will make you throw up,

And each time you’ll have to get up,

And Step up,

So shut up,

Strap up,

And keep up