Constant Banging

Constant banging and dreams of longing,

The unending desires to pick up anything,

The constant wonder of how others prosper so simply,

When my life itself seems to have a different path,

All in all I see where it all focuses on,

To put myself in the path of success,

It means dying to my selfish wants,

And standing with a whole new shield,

Facing the horizon where my dreams will come true,

I'll start the walk towards that guided state.