DP:Deed Paycheck

The heap doesn't matter, You reap what you sow later. It can be soon, either— Your doings are there, waiting for return. To make it deep, you need a digger; People will see its flame when it burns. What do you want them to view? Your fashion style, or what you truly sew? As a chef, you'll absolutely taste your stew. Let your actions be good; Preserve them well— That's your future food. A poisoned mind can give positive thoughts, But a toxic hand hurts like a thief caught. At every life junction, Checkmate your actions. If they are right, Your future is bright. Don’t blur it by behaving like a parasite; Deeds accumulate— Coming back to reunite… or fight.