The Advisor's Lyrics

Chances in life comes in little ounces
It's your strife that you pounce to make a mass
Cluck every opportunity without going anticlockwise
The ice won't stay still if the climate keeps changing
Set the stage at the firmament of the earth
And the populace shall be your audience
Your expectations are your ego drive
Your limitations are your strongest weapon
Go head on but get your head screwed tight
The right thing is not always bright
Tilt a bit when the heat is on
But keep a string to get you back on
The society is the mirror you see yourself with
The mirror reflects only what it sees