Strived Success

There are times When our conscience chimes Reminding us of where we are Digging up that one olds scar. We tend to flee 'Cuz that's our only route to glee But conscience turns out to be a ***** And follows us without a glitch. Life seems wrecked Because we become vexed Trying to set things right We with our inner self fight. Or inner self can prove To be the worst enemy in the Grove Denying access to our own abilities It can threaten us with grave possibilities. We would then understand Where exactly it is that we stand Realisation chooses to dawn in the worst possible way Making us wish we hadn't woken up to this day. Stepping upon ourselves we drive As it is success that we strive.