Life is a quest for perfection for most of the men
The race ad infinitum with no sign of the end
Perfection is often the misnomer for success
But only the determined win under duress
The painted horse is always looked down upon
They are never meant to be as they don’t have the brawn
I ask the world today, one doubt I have
Does fortune favor the well bred or the brave?
The race to success is not about the pedigree one belongs to
Its about the will to survive no matter what distance we have to do
According to legend, the dark horses are always the one who win
No matter how hard the pedigree in competition is to pin
I add more spice to the curry of sweet victory
It’s the will of the mind which defines absolute pedigree
Not the history of your success or the aquiline nature of your ancestry
So lets break the shackles and run free to claim our victory
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