The Next Tier Made Him Wince Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

The next tier made him wince,
As climbing the ladder to prosperity seemed ever so unlikely
Locked out from logging into his potential,
Squandering the chance at true sight
Incorporeal in his pursuits,
Hands wedded to substandard routine,
It is learned that sometimes the difference between success and failure is information,
Especially when it is available at opportune times
He never knows what the rules are at any given moment,
Which leaves him stranded at the starting blocks, wondering when his number will be up for the next race