Speech

I was born in a country,

Where life doesn't give you choices

In a country,

Where dreams are rarely actualized.

In a country,

Where the rich gets richer and the poor, poorer.

They say to celebrate grace,

But to me life is a race.

An unfair race without tracks and no traces

Suddenly feels like I'm in a maze.

They want me to be prepared

For the future that is near,

But the truth is I am scared

Because mine is unclear.

Now, I lay here in my bed,

My worries slowly eating me.

So many questions in my head

About how my future will be.

Will my dreams come true?

Will I find a house to call my own?

Will I find someone to turn to,

Or will I be forever alone?

These questions I ponder,

And so many more.

Yet, still, my heart grows fonder

To the mystery my future has in store.