I would like to raise my glass to a toast
To the potential left unrealised
To when one’s courage was cut down to size
To those who know which feelings hurt the most
To those who know what others just won’t see
To those who play by the rules and don’t win
To those who knock but are never let in
To those who be what they can never be
To the beautiful flowers that don’t sprout
To progress locked in a permanent halt
To the effort that yielded no result
And to the prison that has no way out
So here’s to a pursuit blind, deaf and dumb
And vindication that will never come
Completed: 4th May 2014
