Sometimes I fear that time will run out
And I would have…
Done nothing achieved nothing
Proven nothing
Accomplished nothing
The word failure is my gravity
It renders me useless, worthless
So I don’t even try
I have let sands of chances slip through my fingers
Too scared of the sand getting into my eyes
Give me ten thousand grains of sand to make a castle
And I would only make a pillar
What is the point?
The castle is bound to break
The castle will break
My hard work is will break
My hope will break
The possibility of success will break
So why bother?
I know my eyes will never meet the bright lights
I know my voice will never meet a thousand people
I know my actions will never truly make a difference
Yet I can’t stop thinking…what if?
So I held my breath- closed my eyes
Clenched my fists and took the leap
Hoping my mind would land swiftly upon my dreams
And not on some land mine guaranteed to turn my dreams to dust
Alas sand falls on my bare hands
Drop by drop the become heavier
Drop by drop I crumble
“To appreciate success” my mother says “you must taste failure”
“But mum” I say, “my tongue is already bitter”
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