The "Road" ahead was chilling,

     but my willpower was high.

My goals, if God be willing,

     Would stretch up to the sky.

In seeming despiration,

     I watched it slip away.

Such loss of my ambition,

     I regret up to this day.

I will not suffer quietly --

     such recess is not my style.

Instead, I carry onward,

     get up, move on, and fake a smile.