When I failed to
Measure myself.
When I myself failed
In all respect it is
Not possible to dream success.
Success is not an apple
That that is available
In the open market.
And even though it is available
The market is not under
My control.
Market rate is too high, my dear
To me and I am a mere poor man.
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