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If I hadn’t been born into poverty
I’d be rich relieving the fantasies of the wealthy
I wouldn’t be free to experience reality
For I’d be burdened with the inheritance to keep
I’d have a golden noose around my neck
...and whenever I’d wish by life to be swayed
I’d be reminded of the wobbly silver stool beneath my fragile feet
I’d have crystals for a floor
And I’d be afraid to jump to my heights 
...for the fear that I’d hit the diamond chandelier and make it fall
...and in its fall the crystal floor would be gone, 
...for into sharp tiny pieces it would deform
...promising to bleed anyone who dared it with his soles
I wouldn’t be able to run even if I tried
For the inherited name and fame of its wealth
...would be like rubber bands pulling me back and fast with each step I tried away

Now here I am, still in the realm of mediocre reality
But at least my heart pines for my chance to shine
...like a piece of gold in the dirt
For sure I will never again play pals with poverty
For the secret is I am a spy on mediocrity
My purpose here to be is to analyse the weakness of it
So that when I’ll launch my offensive against the beast
I’ll know the fatal areas to hit

The limitations thrust my way today
I’ll use to draw a map for the travellers of better days
I am an explorer in the jungle of dreams
If I don’t fulfil that which is vested by creation upon me 
The future generations will have no goals to see
And no route to follow to it even if somehow they see
Mine is to find the sure route to the state of glory
Through the jungle of dreams and difficulties
I must pave a path for the future to build into a highway
I have to arrive in time and set things right
I have to ensure that they learn to see the doors concealed in every wall

I have to rise and own it all
The silver, crystal and gold
The diamond has already seen so much blood flow
So of its keep I’ll let Mother Nature hold
But this wealth I dream to own
I shall use not to build the future a prison
I shall use it to build a fountain of inspiration
Something to remind them of their freedom
Something to them akin to good seed to sow
And not a bewitching find to hoard

Of my wealth I shall cast a timeless spell
That any and every who perceive of its blessings
Shall be possessed by the desire for better
And since better only comes out of endeared efforts
I shall rest assured of even greater success in their future
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