Like a spider, I wove the web,
to catch the opportunities
my parents said
I must have.
Learned and learned
degrees in hand,
along a throne in corporate land.
They now see me as grown
cracking interviews,
and securing high-profile jobs.
Like a baked cake
waiting for perfect toppings, in hope,
I waited on many banks
to have my own shore.
Hakuna Matata, I sigh and release,
For what’s meant to happen will come with ease.
Road to success seems long;
in between, my survival appetite,
turns into an ambitious song.
Will it become
a facade of my academic origin
or a symbol of passionate fire,
both igniting and smothering?
Questions, like veins,
network and reach me.
Should I shut
or respond heavily?
Hakuna Matata, I trust the way,
For each new dawn holds the light for the day.
I walk through the hallways
of my temple-like workplace,
where my diligence stands
as inspiration for juniors to embrace!
Praises orbit me
like stars around the sun.
Simultaneously, pressure is building
to prioritize progress and dismiss the fun.
Alternatives shift my coordinates,
my position on the corporate map
left to my own debates.
Hakuna Matata, I’ll take each stride,
With faith that my journey will be my guide.
I continue to make my way
soon midnights and dawns
became my new wake.
I wanted to stand as a byword
for set and secured balance
but the calculations to it,
ended with "forth" and "hence."
Then I initiated to compose a fixture,
little bit of stillness
to overlap oddness
with an even mixture.
My cacophony and harmony
began to pulse as one,
enabling me to tweak my defeats
and deduce to none.
Hakuna Matata, I rise and bend,
Each step taken is not the end.
My life's color palette
behaved quite distinguished
giving versatile shades to
personal power and public prestige.
A discovery to behold,
my clever instincts
lay wise as they unfold.
Evaporating the nails of peril,
the hammer within me hung
a painted quote:
“Hakuna Matata—this is my tongue.”
Hakuna Matata, each challenge a cue,
To embrace the path and see it through.

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