Not every path we choose will persist,
Yet some will argue, some insist.
Others sit idle, lost in gist,
Even priests aren’t spared by “condition’s” twist.
You walk the streets, they call you insane,
But deep within, they can’t see your pain.
They push you to school to master nouns,
Yet never ask why your spirit drowns.
Not everyone can think your thought,
Though bit by bit, the truth is sought.
No force can halt the unstoppable stream,
Still whisper to yourself: I am able to dream.
Strive with fire, think with might,
At times you’ll ache through endless night.
Sadness may weigh, frustration may stack,
The climb is heavy—yet strength pulls you back.