Everywhere you look it seems
Everybody always dreams
Of getting what he hasn’t got
And somehow being what he’s not
Other people, in our eyes,
Always seem the lucky guys.
We’re the ones whose lot is meaner
Than over where the grass is greener.
Some other house, some other car
Then what you drive, or where you are.
We envy people’s faces
Yet before you go trade places
Think. For it’s most likely be true,
That other people envy you.
Astrologers believe it to be in the stars
Psychiatrists believe it to be in the ego
Pessimists dint believe in it at all
Talent enhances it
Ambition precedes it
Confidence peaks it
Parents encourage it
Teachers inspire it
YOU FULFIL IT