Right in the middle of failing and succeeding Voices tell me what I'm supposed to be doing My free will chained by evaluation I don't need a question Just one move that creates an exclamation I'm tired

I'm in my twentieth stratagem Still uncertainty falls and nothing to hold them They keep saying move forward to the future But time is like a fickle creature It brings you up so high So high for you to

All my life I've been in the dark, all those times I can't figure out My strength I thought was from within, I lost my childhood in a bout With people and their insecurities, wondering how children lose

This world plays a lot of tricks. Some of them are meant to put a little laugh in our lives. Some of them can bash you so hard so you can realize an epiphany. Some can make you fall in love. Some can break

I am slowly following a new outlook in life. Yes, searching for success is an old story. Success is part of my new outlook, but for me to find success, I must find the means for me to become successful.

These risks I've taken, it's a very big challenge. Others will question your vision. Others may criticize. Others will do whatever it takes to pull you down. But in the end, none of those things matter.