My Drive


All success has a trait in common
Starting well-dressed or eating Ramen
Drive.

For Napoleon it was fame
For Mongolians it was domain
My drive.

Traveled far to get to your birthday
No car and I think they
Are my drive.

Looked at me with your blue eyes
And that’s when I realized
You are my drive.

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