Ebube's World

One day,   I said,   Staring at the mirror—   "I'll be sought after." Though reality isn't particularly kind,   And time mocks the dreams I bear,   Still, I know.   Because I believe,   I become.   And therefore...   I am. ©Ebube 

I've toiled the path a bit,   I guess I can tell little about pressure —   For though my days on earth seem few,   My eyes have seen,   And my ears have heard   The voice of pressure. But of excellence ,   I can say a few...   Or maybe nothing.   For I still seek her   Even as you do.   The pressure is on us all—   As we struggle to attain   Greater heights,   Which give us more   To fight for. Yet in that climb,   Even as we sought her,   May we not lose sight of ourselves—   Chasing stars but forgetting   The light within. May we not lose the joy   That first lit the fire.   May pressure not become   A prison we mistake for purpose. Let excellence be a journey ,   Not a crown we bleed to wear—   But a seed we grow   In courage and care. ©Ebube