Everyday I strive for perfection knowing that I will never be perfect.
I celebrate all of the victories in my life because ever defeat made it worth it.
I have ambitions of being great but sometimes I contemplate about my fait.
I stare deeply inside my mirror and I can see a very vivid image of a king.
But sometimes I stare inside that same mirror, and I see a peasant with an unrealistic dream.
In my mind there's absolutely no doubt that I can conquer all, but every once and awhile my lack of confidence brings me to a deadly fall.
I wonder why I care so much about how other people may feel, because at the end of the day it is my life that I have to live.
I wonder if it is best that I aim low and settle for less.
If I set the bar to high maybe I don't have what it takes to pass the life's test.
Maybe I should be satisfied with just living life mediocre.
Maybe I should never take chances and do everything that life told us.
Maybe I should not waste my time chasing what everyone thinks is silly dreams.
I should just stick to the script and stop trying to rewrite my own scenes.
I should be whatever they want me to be, and not what I was destined.
I should put everyone else needs first, and my own desires second.
The best way to succeed in life is doing what everyone tells me to do right?
No fuck that, God has my back I will be alright!
