Stop the scene, I want no argy-bargy
Have I said you are not well-intentioned? Nay.
Do not identical twins have their differences?
To this, what do you say?
I have known kids to have dreams, that I attempted
All conscious steps to climb dint know even challenges
My story was an oak that fell into a heap of ashes after fire consumption
What is more?
My friends have soared high, favour has not kidnapped me.
No one calls me a failure no more, they must think its iteration a broken record
I live without pride; my eyes know drought so I cannot cry
I want a pact, dear corpus
You have long accommodated my habitual misfortune
Let me relieve you tonight
Oh! Let me let you change your routine
Failure’s grip on me de-robed every nail biting experience
I crave not for a kerfuffle or a legion objectives
Holding the dearth of spongy hairs affixed my jaw, I have now
appreciated the wits from my pillow.
My mistake is my persistence in abyss, my persistence is my foe
I have remained in a strange land for too long
A bag lady they now call me for walking so forlorn
But no more!
I have learned.
I will start my journey afresh
Yeah! From the top; the rat race life is not worth living.
Tonight I will not writhe around in agony
Indeed the destination is a mile but that won’t kill my spirit.
Dear corpus, understand, I plea.
Now I must gather my feeble knees to start my exodus.