A world full of expectations

Expect you to be perfect

Great score and fine demeanor 

An emblem to eminence

Ambience so mighty

Compel others to stoop

No matter how hard you try

Still anticipate to move

 

Admist you lost a soul

Crushed your own essence 

Forgot your humour 

Left your alive persona

Just to carry 

A temperament not yours to attain

 

Yet in many more

There would be one

To choose the path

To escape the hope

To chase the dream

To secure the soul

To guide the world

And gain the laud.