Everyday wishing to go from rag to riches

Something that is kept a dream never to become a reality

Everything I've been given was low quality

nothing of luxury

Wanting and mourning  to be someone known and respected

But I knew it  would never be in arm’s reach 

But something always kept in the mind of an unfortunate person

Why couldn't everyone be equal and have the same luxury as each other 

I am forced to drag myself towards my destination

Walking miles and miles with my feet feeling sore

While I see people in comfort inside their vehicles

The images of people in their vehicles make me weep 

And I try everyday to make it become a reality

It isn't possible not for a person like me

Never will it be possible for the unfortunate person

to reach the top

But it will always stay in my mind 

burning With the radiation of thoughts zooming through my head

The endless possibilities that could be achieved

Only if I was fortunate with everything

From owning a mansion

to buying things that no regular person could afford

The burning sensation of wanting this gets to my mind

For now it will remain a dream

Just like a child’s thought of flying 

Hoping it will become something of the near future

Something as distant and out of mind 

As a man living for hundreds of years