Isle of Tranquility

Loser

Yes, I am a loser
an ordinary in this world of extraordinaire
less talented, less gifted than the rest
come burn me down with your 'high expectations' glare.

Yes, I have always been a failure
at the school of your human judgement
where the distincted few are evaluated
by the millions they make, while i beg for petty cent.

I admit, i have multiple flaws
ingrained within my imperfect soul.
And I am indisciplined to your preset laws
A man with no vision or a goal.

I do not understand your theories of success,
theories which teach us to trample over to excel
because in pursuit of this excellence sometimes,
silently we force out the human part
from within our tender heart
where it actually ought to dwell.

I am not an epitome of intelligence
nor I am a man quite wise
Yes but i still dare to dream big
'cuz creating illusions comforts my eyes.

You might wonder if i am one of a kind
but my friend let your vision flicker around
and the imperfection scattered will have you remind
many are like me but covert, pardon me rude if i sound.

We are the byproducts of the success route
a path we must travel, just cannot refute.
We are in a race with paths twisted and askew.
A fallacy we run behind because losers are more and victors very few.