When I am the only stalled car, in the highway of life,
I feel a numbing frustration, whose growth is rife,
As I watch others speed by, I begin to fear,
Will I be the only one, forever stuck here?
I thought I made, all the right choices,
That I was right in ignoring, the discouraging voices,
As I am stuck here, my way forward unclear,
Do I March right ahead, or crawl back in fear?
For my dogged persistence, to be always contrary,
Eschewing oft-trodden paths, to create my own,
Now stuck all alone, with no one around me,
Is loneliness the only reward, I get to see?
Forever ridiculed, I have faced only scorn,
As I trod through the brambles, I get only thorns,
Is my will to be righteous, rooted in insanity?
As pointless as the need, to have a mask of vanity?
And as I trudge slowly, pushing my existence along,
Deep in painful retrospection, on where I went wrong,
All say I am lucky, to have the time to smell roses,
Like mocking my helplessness, as each door closes?
As I stumble along, losing all will and courage,
I keep all to myself, saving an imagined face,
Am I just too proud, to get a helping hand?
Or just too ashamed, of what I now am?
And yet cluelessly dumb, I still have hope,
My belief in impossible, has an infinite scope,
Because at the end of it all, it is all I’ve got,
Without which I fear, I’ll begin to rot.
And so I march on, with a renewed zeal,
Fuelled by fear, is a strange rush I feel,
I could fail at most, even fail at it all,
But failing at myself, is the worst of all!
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