Watching failing system

Brave people set off for greatness.

Their provisions few,
their ambitions showing,
they face this dreaded sea.

Their future is foggy,
just as soon as they set sail.

They can't see what's coming.

But they know.

As soon as some set off,
just as soon do they sink.

They will live.
But those few will never test these waters again.

Those with more talent push on.

They know their fate,
but refuse to accept it.

Pirates come,
taking a few,
and leaving those who earned their lives
to sink further ahead.

These sailors of creative powers sail,
surviving deaths, sickness, relationships.

The feeling of living off of nothing,
save the emptiness around them.

They still know the worse is out there.

And suddenly, it's in front of them.
Their greatest challenge:

Those who have succeeded before them.

Those who have turned their backs to the love they had,
turning away so that money was their frontal view.

They raised their wall,
blocking those who will join them.

Many lose everything here,
and swim home, broken.

Some lose the more important things,
and join those on the wall.

And very, very few succeed,
and ride on through,
to their adventure.

I can only listen to the rumours,
never seeing this myself.

I just sit here,
preparing my dingy,
and waiting for the day.

Waiting for the day
that the wall
must fall
down.