Why do you put up with a social climber
With two rungs left
Before his feet touch the earth?
Is it pity, empathy or indifference?

Choices are often ultimatums;
Free will is frequently channelled;
Chaos and dominos infiltrate like moles;
Serendipity and chance prevail.
A few rungs were damaged,
And the playing field is never level.

Why do you put up with one so down?

Ladders, she says, extend both ways,
The angles depend on aspirations.
Going up varies,
Coming down, inevitable.

She concludes with:
*The law of gravity is grave.
That's how.

Validity is all I seek,
Or perhaps
I have invested all my life into a
Devilish lie.

I aspire to be
Both brave and smart
To have the wit of a fox
And a thundering heart

I yearn to become
Both kind and tough
The girl who's nice
But doesn't mind being rough

I wish I were
What I aspire to be
But the path to my goal
Is one I can't see

Prenup, Smeenup
I don't plan staying stagnant with it
But I don't care if my partner makes more than me
As long as I have dreams and aspirations and I'm putting in the work, so who cares?

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who believe
to the ones who understand,
who look at and perceive

here's to the artists, to the ones who create
to the ones who invent
who still patiently wait

here's to the poets, to the ones who imagine
to the ones who are different
who try to take action

here's to the authors, to the ones who portray
to the ones who tell stories
who discover the day

here's to the dreamers, to the ones who can see
to the ones with compassion
to the ones who believe