It’s there

The problem is that it’s not reachable by any means. You try to realize a strategy, but it’s useless. Usually, you’re late. Very late. Some thug has already picked up what you think is yours, and there’s nothing left to be done. Only shame. It’s becoming so familiar that’s kind of scary. I think I must change my way of judging the world in order to fit in. It’s difficult, but it has to be done, otherwise, I’ll be left behind, alone…