Know Thy Self by Ahmed Fatoyinbo

A man is as he chooses to be,
Whether a pygmy or a colossus,
Whether a mountain or a valley,
Whether a serf or a lord.

The world truly evolves by natural selections,
And man really progresses by survival of the fittest.
Necessity is truly a mater of invention,
But the visionary mind is the matrix where you build the future.

Destiny seems to be a formidable force,
The rich always at his castle,
The poor man standing at his gate,
Yes, God made them high and lowly,
and ordered each of their estates.

Yet you can be as you desire,
With prayers and the work that's commensurate
You can transcend the imagination of your slayers
And show them how far you can sail.

Yes it is very possible, though I forget not,
That the Almighty is the giver of soul,
And that he is the writer of the slate
But no matter how strait is the gate,
Or how charged is the punishment in the scroll,
In the end, you just have to realize
That you are the master of your fate,
That you are the captain of your soul,
And just like William Henley's when things were vile
You have to know you are an INVICTUS,
And this must be from now at your prime..