What have I done to earn this fate?
To walk a path so steep and straight.
Is this even up for debate?
And must I pretend that life is great?
Did I sow the seed of love or hate?
Or merely stumble unaware, innate?
In silence, I contemplate,
the twists of fortune, early and late.
I lock these feelings all in a crate.
If I let them out, I’d be in a bad state.
Through trial and error, I navigate.
Wherever lies my good fate.
When focused, I procrastinate.
But in this new journey, I will equate.
For every challenge, I must relate,
shapes the person I cultivate.