Do you ever believe you were destined for great things
then say 'it can't be done, ' and fold up your wings?
I envy the unintelligent,
the plain,
the underachievers
They don't feel the pressure
They are not dream weavers
My biggest fear is not that I will not succeed,
But I'll that succumb to the fear and never proceed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem