Hard pressed

Hard pressed

Battered by the strong

With an eye on survival

Too many die

Trying

Is that what we are for

Practice for the sculptors

Of a grand design

Is there indeed

A plan

Do the powerful

Deserve their luck

Accidents of birth

Not mere chance

Stardust sprinkled

On silvered spoons

Moulds a key

To open locked doors

But still, they need

To be walked through

Only the brave

Survive

Blind tasting

Is a lottery

Perhaps we all win

If we die

Trying