I am so fixated on rhyming

Or finding the perfect time,

I miss the point

And start tracing lines through life

Wondering why I have wasted

So much of it

Being afraid of failure.

Then finding out far too late

How much I have missed.

Some people find success straight away,

Off they go,

blazing their trail,

Paving the way.

Most other people at least work hard,

Move on and get paid.

Then there are the lonely few

Who never knew

What path to take,

Or what sort of life to make

For themselves.

And so, they stay behind

Just to find their lofty dreams

Were too tall to reach.

Those mountains never seemed to peak,

And climbing them seemed

Much too hard an ascent.

I guess they will never know

What it all meant.