Like A Moth

I have no glorious tale to share,
nor can I brag about friends who care;
success remains out of reach for me,
yet my life is great because I’m free.

Friends drain energy with their demands,
social obligations are commands;
be jovial, witty and sincere,
it’s necessary to please your peer.

Struggling to obtain lifetime goals,
is akin to walking on hot coals;
stay focused, driven, competitive,
sleeping requires a sedative.

Destiny is woven in my cloth,
ordinary and brown like a moth;
but fluttering randomly each day,
free to relish joys along the way.