Failure

“Once I was carefree...”

But was I ever?

Light and careless as a feather?

Did I feel the wind brush its way

Through plaited hair as I seized the day?

Doesn't seem like I could say.

I know it's dull to hear my whines

My worries and unfounded fears

It's been the same throughout the years

As far as I recall I've cried.

Time and time again

I try and try to clean my slate

But I'd like to thrive instead.

I can't move on, my past hangs on

To threads of failure

And delusions of grandeur

Clever thoughts and insecurities combined

Make up an imprecise internal life.