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Is it too late now as I look at the dreams I still have to have fulfilled? It's a puzzle—how I balance hard work and the luck it takes to succeed I may be born ready for toil but I am not brought forth under a lucky galaxy So I have to work twice as hard as the person with privilege would I have to know twice as much as the person who hit gold the first chance they got I have to be more even during the days I feel like I am the least
And I know how unfair it is to wish for something I know I can't, won't, don't, and shouldn't have It kills me to realize that I don't have a lot of time left and I spend most of it imagining things to be with me rather than living it So I live day by day thinking I am the least because I feel like I'm missing out on all the shiny things man could have in this world Someday, when I finally step on the pedestal I so longed to reach will be the day the world ends It's sad to think that it's a possibility where I was just getting started and the world decided that it's going to end
