They told me to be ambitious-- always wanting more;
Lately; I hear too many 'OR'.
Constantly they reminded me not to sit, but to stand and fight;
It's too dark at my corner, nothing to sight.
Words of hope we received to keep my hopes up; to fight till I reach the top;
Lately; I feel like my brain is chopped...

Nothing clear, road too broken,
Plenty bothering me; I keep them unspoken;
Concealed in my small mind, not a word I have spoken,
Don't think it's funny; I'm not joking.

Pressure too hard, It feels like I'm breaking down...wait! I think I still want the crown;
Looking at my reflection, I see myself as a clown: with no clear point; roads joint, vision bent, goal looks decent...but who will pay the rent?

Choked with petty ideas,
My everyday wish is to be a seer;
Just maybe, my dream would have been clear.
Happiness is that call shouting from a distance,
Truth be told, for me; happiness is trance...
One minute glance, the next I feel it has distanced... It's so the same for those who hold lands.

Still at my corner acting like a Sparrow,
I'm fervently praying, don't get hit by the same arrow;
Too close to success, I hate the thought of pushing a wheelbarrow...let me end here, the rest is for tomorrow.
© Dfonjah