Failure

(13th August 2006)

Why am I getting it wrong?
What must I do to be right?
Why can't it just be ....,
As good as it should be ....,
Without such a terrible fight?

The gods are conspiring against me
Except that there are none to conspire
My wife and my boy,
And my pride and my joy,
Will never be with me, but against me

I can't even speak to him now
'Cos he speaks in a different tongue
He's just slipping away,
Like I dreaded this day,
He is lost to the jungle of sound.

My hopes just used to be high
I believed that online I could fly
But my plane has no wings,
Just a bundle of twigs,
I crashed down and am waiting to die.

I wanted what? Only the best
I deserved it, but only got stressed
Too much work, little time,
And this stupidest rhyme,
Leaves me stranded and failed all the test.