In the race of accomplishment we frame our tactual monoeuvre,

And i have an incisive mind,merely way down deep,i'm demure;

On the way people come,people go

some leave footsteps in the heart, some late lamented foe;

People deride,discourage and detest my steady vigor,

But I stand eloquent and firm,and let the jealousy in others cause them to quiver;

With fire to compete,the dopey,moron men egender concious envy,

with spark in the eyes,n fierce in mind, intimacy transform into intensity;

Besides all odds i keep my chin up,knowing that i got a great potential,

And to strike it,i work hard imploring that some day i win,become influential.