Always a step behind
Born into unwanted shoes
Living a life of song without tune
Like the jester who would never be king

A fish in a glass bowl
Bathed with the glitter of unattainable treasures
Bathed from beyond its transparent walls
Walls thicker than the envy of a parent contemplating life's disparities
While craddling a starving child

But there's always hope
Perseverance converts hope into reality
But reality can be a toilet seat with daggers pointing upwards
So we choose to float in hopeless oblivion

I have dreams of getting married in years to come
To one day experience the sensation of owning
And being owned
But the table has already been set
With two forks and a spoon.

by Jeremy Chin