Some days words flow out of your hand like it were the divine writing through you,
On some others everything is just a scribble no matter how hard you try..

Some days running a marathon seems like a breeze,
On some others even the shortest sprint makes you question the strength in your legs..

Some days normal phrases you speak effortlessly becomes a song,
On some others even an attempt at speech is reduced to a stammer..

Some days with alchemy you turn sand to gold,
On some others you're intimidated with the amount of sand you have left..

You won't know whether today's a day of poems or scribbles
Unless you pick up the quill to write,
You won't know if today is your day of the Gold medal or not
Unless you get on the track and run,
You won't know if its a day of songs or stammers
Unless you pick up the mic and speak,
You won't know if you have Midas's touch today,
Unless you practice alchemy in your field whichever it may be..

There is but one rule that binds us all for a win,
And that is our willingness daily to try..