Everything I want is at the top of the pyramid
But how can I get there when there is no "Elevator to success"
I watch everyone try and climb the stairs to their dreams
Not all make it; most that fail wail how they shouldn't have tried
They tell me I am lucky because I am cradled by the safety net of society's pity
I never know what to say to them no matter how many times I hear it
Or when I see it in the eyes of some who passes me by
Worst still are those that make it to the top who ignore me for what I represent
Failure
My whole body is a monument to failure
It is out of my control no matter how I plead with it to comply
It is so weak and useless yet it still has the power to strip me of my pride
It is not my body that I treat as a temple but my spirit
I nurture it; steel it against the harsh reality of my limits
I focus on my kindness my hunger and my wit
I have observed enough to know that these are the keys to getting to the top
They will help me create my elevator
Unlike those who have grown complacent on their perches
My determination will never wane and I will continue to rise higher still