untitled

I keep checking in

on the things I've checked out of my life

Perhaps a need to do better

Than the things I've left behind

What a wreck

If the things I thought I'd passed

Suddenly passed me

Then what would I be?

Besides a hope filled failure

who's dreams will never be reality.

But yours are I see. 

Lucky.

And I have all these goals

Too much, too many to achieve

Things above my level of intellectual capacity

But I think if I try I can be anything?

As long as I'm not wasting my life

And the things I'm trying for 

end up the things I can do right

I can't handle any more failure

even if the hand wasn't meant to be mine.

It's the hand I got dealt. 

But your hand wasn't much better. 

How come your life stayed together?

My streak can't last forever.