Reality hits hard when time catches up
Untold truths pouring out from an empty cup
Nothing remains constant, no dream to look up
Nullified emotions when one's soul has given up
Imperfect self, a reality most time one can't accept
Opportunity arises ahead but one keeps looking back
Gambling away every effort with no hope to expect
Master of none, what's the point of being the Jack
Time will tell, but does one have the patience?
In contrast, why does one have so many obligations?
All the motivational books, do they boost the confidence?
Can one find a safe space to reveal all these confessions?
Unfortunately, lies are the only thing one has to grip on
Tracing every step from the moment self-hatred was born
Oppressing one's mind till all the bright memories are gone
Face it, no duckling has ever turned into a swan