Though I always strive to perfection,
I do find myself backward a times
Kiprotich is human you know,
He is not  a robot, I have feelings,
He isn't a saint either, unless you think so,
But a sinner trying,

Born a critic,
Was told my great grand, whose name I carry was a fierce won,
My Brain easily  succumb to pressure,
When anger mounts on it,
I can squeeze water out of a dry rock,

You call yourself a winner, which is true in Romeo,
You are always in the winning side, and there is no contestation,
All those does not give you any power over me,
I am my own man,
Remember I stood for you, when you were in tears,
Don't trample   over my weakened muscles

Your  storm is over,
Mine has just started, twisted life
What if I had despised you then,
How would you have felt,
You criticize every move that I take,
Am taking a new twist, in search of the antidote.