Every day the body does more stressing,
Without a chance to rest the busy mind.
Every night the mind does more guessing,
Without a sign that the soul will unwind.

They say success is always within reach,
And that anyone can climb to the top.
But they don't say that failure fails to teach,
For the river of tears is hard to mop.

If there is a top, there is a bottom.
People like to think that they are equal.
This conundrum haunts us like a phantom,
Just like how work will not leave us tranquil.

If we were to have true equality,
Then success would not brew hostility.