Many to do, difficult to manage and goals so high
Makes me wonder why I think I can reach the sky
I stopped my track and I looked around
Many peers are off the ground
I see wings with diamonds, gold and silver
With happiness that shatters
Shattered my strength it did, and it left fluttered
Why my lord?
Am I fated to be doomed?
Nay, you are fooled!
Dawdle, twiddle, idle
Is all your mind and body cradle
Excuses by excuses you spit
The aftermath now you must lick
When one shed blood, tears and sweat
You refused, you ran and hide under a mat
Cannot, later, tomorrow, after
Is all you choose to mutter
You refused and now you are of no use
No one to blame but you
Where there is a will, there is a way. Put all of your excuses away.
Nadia Falisha, Port Dickson.