Climbing the ladder high,
Up in the sky to jump and fly.
Tired and frail is the mind,
On a long way being blind.
Expectations of all never an end,
Missing the fun and its blend.
Dreams of mine lost somewhere,
Sadness and pain are all I bear.
Running back to my goals,
Without shattering others hopes.
Sacrifices made by all,
Building a path with no walls.
Floating along the flow of life,
With armor and sword for any strife.
Hard work meant for a cause,
Victory is when I hear them applause.
Very high expectations, aren't they?
Their motivation lets me slay.