The words I speak, resonate off key
From my thoughts and dreams
The seeds I sowed haven’t grown onto trees
The passionate fires I had are now merely steam

I want the rhythm to be perfect
I want the seed to be in good hands and health
Those who create, I do want to dissect
And I wish to attain eternal wealth

Yet I struggle with the start
No fiery passion or valour drives my pen to write
It takes all my willpower and heart
To barely scratch, let alone get right