A mountain goat’s curse.

The curse of the Capricorn is plenty worrisome
Firstly there is the ambition and there is so much to be done.
At times, I wonder if cars are my only domain.
Would I be better or happier at any other game?

Perhaps I could have been a chef in a niche joint
Excelling in Maratha cuisine and cooking to a spicy point.
Using minimal portions of all things sweet,
Flavoring red for vegetables and making delightful lamb retreats.

An interior designer, I could be, with an eccentric flare.
Parking cars in glass cages to add to the living room flair!
Again, minimalistic furniture, tapered, parallel and flamboyantly straight.
Perhaps dashes of color, but would ship light pastels on away freight.

An artist, I imagine, would be hard to become.
But don’t you doubt the goat’s ability to learn!
An actor, singer or a painter, all with abundant fame
A writer, an author or a poet in love with two dames

If mountains be my favorite climb, why spare the flight?
A pilot, not a suited one, but one that wears the air force tights!
Insurmountable G forces, terrifying climbs, dips and rolls.
Flying in mortal danger, I’d look forward to rescuing innocent souls

My short frame makes me ideal for an F1 cockpit fit,
I could, then perhaps be, a formula 1 driver racing track streets.
Yes, some weight I must lose, but Capricorns have a natural edge
They have never believed 1st and 2nd can share the same page.

I think this our biggest concern,
We primarily stubborn January born, never learn
And while I seriously (stupidly) believe I can do it all,
I am happy, in all honesty, I made the right call.

As much as the above professions seemingly appease
You forget I really can’t get past the Lotus Elise.
The engine, the gears, the frame holding all the parts,
I really can’t work without four wheels and a heart!