A dream

Yesterday night I stare into the mirror
and saw a grown up, though young,
Bespoke weariness.
Not the weariness from chores
Nor from the steepness of a teen's path
Or the conflict in social circles.
But its from a dream
A dream that none of my kind ever achieved but have dreamt of.
Its a problematic one.
Not necessarily it demands mettle or hardwork
Nor determination or devotion
But pure genius and luck
Plus a little illumination
Guided by saints
Or even better
By the devil
To harness my inner prowess
As devilish as possible
For an astounding result
Many in the world have tried
Some suceeded
With ingenuity tinged with beauty.
To get hold on my dream
I must surpass billions
Defeat millions of genius
And subjugate the impossiblities posed in nature
To uncover the truth
So that I can raise civilisation of mankind to a higher platform
A achievement stunning like never.
But I am ordinary.
by ordinary means
How am I to excel tremendously
Me myself
Held by nets
The relenting nets
And the mountain of duties that pressure me
And the limitations of my neurons
pave impediments in my path
To shatter every blocks
Is so exhausting
Does a shortcut exist for me?
If it does
It is unfair to the others
So i reasoned
GOD is always fair
There will not be impartiality
Then I conclude that there is none.
But I yearn for one
For everything is too much for me to take
I know its a lifelong dream
But give me an exception
My Lord!
Spare me from misery
For my accomplishment will benefit others
Like no other...