Sinking boat

What makes you better, the fact that you believe in yourself, the fact that you’re born with fight, the fact that you spend late nights working on your talent or the fact that you’re in your own lane? What fuels your engine, the pride at the end, the growing passion hidden inside or the joys of working on yourself? What adds a beat to your melody, the sounds of tapping keys, your teammates screaming ‘pass the ball,’ the good liquor that takes your thoughts afloat?

We’re breaking rules trying to change the system, we inches from cracking the these global codes, under surveillance we’re crossing boundaries, they had it coded that we all ought to break our last sweat in making them richer, with our backs covered we became mentally wealthier than they could ever be; shielded our minds merely because along the lines of trying to reach these codes they tried brainwashing us in making us believe that a stable job is better than starting your own, they jotted down only the risks of a sinking boat and never once spoke about the treasure.