Elucidating Questions

Every time someone else fails miserably

I am reminded about how I did

Is it miserably or spectacularly?

Perhaps somehow both at the same time

And now I have all this work that I can show no one

Lest I have to explain where it comes from

Then again no one would read all of it

No one wants to know me that badly

Imagine if I met someone who wanted to know all about everything

I wonder what I’d do

It’s not like I haven’t shown it to people they just never really care

I wonder what I’d do

Who knows maybe I hold some record unknown for useless poems written

Might as well keep filling it with filling

I failed and have nothing to show for it

Despite having only been following a path my mind told me I had to go down

And then waking up to find it was all a waking nightmare

I just wish I had even second place

Wouldn’t second place be nice?

I shot out of the gate and then crippled myself before the finish

All because I absolutely lost my mind

On the other side I can mostly live without thinking about it

Until reality comes back into focus