No matter what I try, nothing I do will ever be good enough in any way. I try, I fail. I walk, I fall.
No matter how I embrace, nothing falls into my arms. I reach, I open, I grab, I slip.
For the days that follow, my sigh escapes like a breath of fire burning from hell.
For myself, I take no regard, until my legs come across and trip.
Perhaps my eyes should've opened more, that way to shield me from the upcoming winds
That way to help me avoid the wrath of the rains, the tremble of earth, the blaze of fire.
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