In the realm where ambition dances with fate,
A dreary tune,
both cold and sedate.
The world, a pitiless stage,
no exceptions it grants, Fate's hand,
a little crueler to some, no second chance.
People, indifferent to your struggles profound,
Results reign supreme,
in success they're found.
Excuses abound, health, loss, nationality's plea,
In this harsh theater, no mercy to thee.
Rise above, transcend, fate and circumstance,
Machiavellian dictum, take your stance.
Harping on woes, a futile endeavor,
Universe and people, respect only the clever.
Man, in this drama, a tougher decree,
No room for lament, no leniency.
Life’s comple symphony, play your part,
Results, not excuses, wield your art.