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.
WorldofHarley 
Magnificent imagery. That second line…
When attempting to pilot this stardust skeleton,”
– excellent.
Thank you very kindly as ever my friend. It means a lot to me.
The Oldschool Harlequin
A pleasure. Cheers.😊
Sad, but touching, many times in my life I identify myself with this.
Ahh yes my friend. Don’t we all? 😞
The Oldschool Harlequin
Well, I think, that there are people who might not surfer, the “Weltschmerz”
I had to look that term up, but yes, good point there!
The Oldschool Harlequin