“I was that broke kid who had no sense of fashion.
Studying was my escape but later I lost that passion.
Growing up my ambitions were bold and pure,
They mocked me, saying it was delusions of grandeur.
When my dream boats were wreaked on the sharp rocks of reality,
Adulthood loomed and the future was full of calamity.
But In my sunny fantasy shores of insanity; my yachts sailed blissfully with vanity;
docking into the harbour of dreams
Fake it until you make it; nothing is as it seems.
With my dreams infected, my desires became pandemic,
Never giving up, my compensation for not being as academic.
For all my failures I would stagnate and Lament,
But the winds of hope carried me from my torment.
I realised never to quit and always give it another go;
Even when the roads are steep and funds are low.
Stay focused and true, secret ambitions you must share,
With true friends around, you’ll find the path there.
If you’re thinking I’m the cat that got the cream,
I’m just that poor kid that didn’t give up on his dream.“
– Peter To