Was I not ambitious enough?
Perhaps I gave up too easily when the tides turned rough.
Maybe I am not made out of the right stuff.
Or could it be I didn't learn how to bluff.
Why do my dreams always stay dreams?
Always swimming upwards on a downstream.
Do I esteem myself higher than I ought?
Ego, it is simply naught.
Or does my walk lack boldness?
It looks like my confidence has been stolen.
While striving for something more might prove pointless;
It's the only thing that will keep me from drawing my last breath hopeless.
