Friday, August 16, 2013

Failure


Sitting in the dark, contemplating my next move,
Looking back to the past,
Quickly glancing at the future,
Where am I standing now, right this minute, what did I want to be when
I was a girl, what will you be when you grow up, oh the world is
Your oyster back then, mummy and daddy are just grand
Back then
No doubts, no fears, dream on, what will you be when you grow up
The years, the years stream onward, a mighty unstoppable river
But of course I still have a future ahead of me
I can make it all happen, I will, yes I will, and the years
Move forward always forward and
Away
Away
The 80s long gone, and what happened to the 90s, where have the 90s
Gone
Gone
Turning the page on the century that born me
The years
Away
Away
What will you be when you grow up
Anything
Anywhere
The world is your oyster
But
But
Time never stops
Seconds, minutes, hours, days—gushing
The years
Away

In the dark I can see better; my face disguised, the truth,
The doubts, the fears stare me in the eye. 
I have nowhere to hide, nothing to hide for, nobody to hide with. 
The blessed darkness, the moonless night.
And I ask, I have to ask,
Just this once,
What if I am a failure?


 

3 comments:

  1. A great piece... But the answer is no, you are definitely not a failure!!!

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  2. It's a healthy thing to face I think. Would I do anything differently if I knew for certain that my dreams would never come to fruition? Am I an artist because I love my medium? Because I want to express what I have to express? It has to be enough on it's own I think. For me anyway.

    Then again maybe that's not even the question you were asking!

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  3. Having invoked interesting comments, I have reached my goal :)

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