I find,
When attempting to pilot this stardust skeleton,
For this game of life,
I keep falling at the first hurdle,
Tripping over my tongue,
Barely getting going,

I’m not equipped for this race,
Scruffy sneakers and squalid prospects,
Social mores handicap,
Always a step behind,
And as I approach that first obstacle,
I foresee another tumble into obscurity,

I’m not competition,
Because I can’t compete,
Barely rising to any challenge,
Sprinting half-heartedly,
And falling flat on my face,
Every time.

Comments
  1. Magnificent imagery. That second line…
    When attempting to pilot this stardust skeleton,”
    – excellent.

  2. Pawel Adamek says:

    Sad, but touching, many times in my life I identify myself with this.

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