So,once I said
I’ll be the best.
Undefined it was.
But meant a lot.
Since then I’ve tried
Not willing to just abide.
Not knowing where to reach
But learning what to preach
It’s tough solving my own puzzle
Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck in a muzzle.
Messy I may seem;
But quietly I clean
The dust on the ridges
And slowly cross all the bridges
The dream is distant;
Yet to be seized ….
But I’ve grown to know I won’t easily cease.
