Jan's Poetic Collection

We have an aim,
But it goes in vain,
We wish to fight,
Yet don't have the right.

We possess dreams,
Yet we have nothing,
The dreams never become fact,
And hope goes two steps back.

We turn out losers,
Who can never win,
Hope still puts up fight,
But restrictions are tight.

Life turns to shame,
Yet, we'll reach somewhere,
When dream is not reality,
Fate takes us to our destiny.