Circumstances are harsh, all I have to my name Is a sliver of hope, dancing despite my pain. Expectations soar as I prevail Yet no empathetic ear hears a wail.

The world thinks it has slaughtered my aim Made me mundane, a worker immersed in pain But despite all the glances they cast at me The glint in my eye they fail to perceive.

You keep me caged, like tigers in a zoo You give me some pages and a pen too You think me incapable for want of tools But dare you think I’m tamed, you fools.

You wait for opportunities, I create them You ask for riches, I earn them. I am what you aspire to become Yet you choose the easy path, when time comes.

There’s no end to this tale I embrace hope, my future pale And again you aspire to be me Failing to see what makes me be.

Image provided by ImageIN

Life isn’t perfect, neither is luck And I deign to live it without a buck. Oh! Fate I can stand, with all its misdemeanours For the desire for success in me, burns like all fevers.

My path before me is shrouded from sight Which does nothing to deter, me and my relentless might I aspire to achieve all tasks set to me Not asking for rewards, just a little ease