Past couple of years the sail has set
Again and again, but to never reach the goal
Sometimes the lack of focus, sometimes being a sloth,
But the repititive failures, shatter the soul
In this sea of simplistic chaos, where the chance
Of making it are infinitesimally low
My blue veins are now drained and my bright eyes
Are Starting to lose its glow
The glow that was determined to make it
On its very first try
And the mouth which used to pride my past,
Can only let out of pityful cry
But now begins the chance to start yet again for the end
A chance to overturn the tide
The probabilities very much against me
But here comes my final stride
One last shot for me, the last one to secure
The better part of days that are yet to come.
Will my dreams finally spread its wings,
Or will they eventually burn.