I was clever,

privy to secrets,

to the pattern of the world.

Tiny I was,

everything came easy to me,

and struggle nor work,

did I.

I am struggling.

Work overwhelms me,

and I try to run away.

Procrastination has become my friend,

and I hang my head in shame,

now realising how work

is not for the weak willed.

Now I realise,

and I now I learn,

not leave everything on hope,

and try to earn

I will have something in the future,

a strong willed mind

that won't break under pressure.

An asteroid that no gas giant will stop.

I will have will,

and be who I want to be,

my path will lay among the stars,

a blazing trail for all to see.