PHailure

I work and I work and I work.

But it's still not enough.

I need to work harder.

And if this is all for nothing in the end, then I don't know what else is there for me to do.

Then I put myself in the shoes of those who have not a care for anything, and I comprehend not. I pray that they will push and steer me in the opposite direction, for I do not wish to be like that.

Everything seems vague, but I will work, and I will work harder than what I'm doing now to get there.

Or so I hope.

Iaspiretobetysoninthatsong.

The Carmenata.