I'm jealous of you.
Yes you who I have cursed and cried over.
You have love.
You have life handed to you on a polished silver platter

but you don't see it.
You don't grasp it and run with it.
You stay in ordinary
dipping in and out as you please.

You have opportunity,
endless yet right there, at your fingertips.
But you let it pass by,
falling deep into the pits of possibility.

People would **** for your opportunities.
The ability to succeed limit free
I'd **** for that.

And yet you push it to the back, of your mind
leave it behind
for no-one to find
or see, just dream
of that possibility
you disregard, I mean please
tell me you didn't do it with ease.

Tell me you wanted to grasp it,
run away into the wind and hit
every target and every goal
of your story untold.

Tell me it taunts you,
haunts you and follows you
everywhere you go
it begs you to show
that talent, buried deep.
just a peep and it'll go.

Tell me you're tempted,
to tempt fate and take it.

Tell me you regret it every day,
the luck you threw away
without giving destiny a say.

Tell me it hurts.

Tell me you hurt
as I put in the work
every waking hour
waiting for a shower, of luck.
just one drop is enough
to make the tough enough.
To give me the chance to succeed
in all that I've dreamed,
let me redeem just one dream.

Tell me you have a dream.
A dream worth destroying us, to redeem.