How much is enough?

Do you know how it all ends?

We never die of enough,

The coquetry with fate ends,

But always in a lesson.

Born in a cell, fate was never a giver,

It only took from us, from you and me,

It continued to win countless duels,

And never had enough.

Ever spotted a writer say, I've written enough?

He'll bleed at his manuscript and never wince once,

It shall all end as it must, but pausing in your tracks,

Only did more harm than good, an athlete knows well.

Ask yourself, how much is enough?

Is mediocrity really a curse, or a blessing in disguise?

To live a life billions live every day,

Happily, in their homes, not knowing you exist.