I don’t have to learn to live,
But if I do,let it be worth;
I dont have to burn to give,
But if I do, let it be worth.
I know not what wisdom is
Then why should I pretend to be wise
Trends talk to me this way
I must, should I want to rise
It’s trough toil and labour, as they say
Fortunes are made night and day
What toil is it in deceit,
Still it seems to rule the street
And I think I have built a place
For me in this worldly world.
Just then I see that smarter con
I am just a peg in his worldly turf
How so? That I don’t know,
Will I ever make it large
Or just like life meant me to be,
Will I succumb to latharge?
It is my battle to choose and
which will be the final stand?
I don’t know how will it end,
But I will make sure it is grand.