• vimalpillai 5w

    The Coup

    If you couldn't move, you would be another tree,
    The fact that you can, just makes you roam free.
    The binding, the shackles, they are all in the mind,
    When you break them, you become one-of-a-kind.
    If it has to begin somewhere, it has to be within you,
    Your inertia is the target, for the real coup.

    The doubts, the indecision,will always be there,
    You will keep getting it wrong, so why really care?
    Uneasy is your head, if it wear "status quo" as the crown
    In the ocean of self-doubt, your kindgom would drown.
    If it has to begin somewhere, it has to be within you,
    Your inaction is the target, for the real coup.

    The sun of possibilities rises beyond the horizons of the mind,
    When your insides scream "No", a "Yes" is hard to find.
    The rational seas within won't help you find new shores,
    The mad person who tried is what the world adores.
    If it has to begin somewhere, it has to be within you,
    Your apprehensions are the target, for the real coup.

    Miracles smile through peepholes, when they see belief and hope,
    What it sees across the door is people who disregard the "nope".
    Glory and success are relative, its path leads to the wild,
    The courage to tread that road, makes you Destiny's Child.
    If it has to begin somewhere, it has to be within you,
    Your inhibitions are the target, for the real coup.
    ©vimalpillai