I am a loser
The more I move ahead the more I lose
Trying to be someone I haven't choose
That, someone, was chosen by my fear to fail in following my passion
So I went in flow with the fashion
Oh, wait, passion?
Dont have any because of dilemma and confusion
The more I move the more I lose.
When I went to search for my passion, I found nothing because everyone would talk about job, retirement and pension.
I learnt how to solve simple and compound interest but didn't learn about determining my interest
Though not following my dream,
Took me to supreme.
I became a hardworking machine
Being featured in the top magazine.
Still searching for my uniqueness
But everything is now mess
I am a loser in my eyes
But way successful in others sight.