Will I ever be on top?
Am I setting myself up?
I go up and I'm wrong.
I go down, it's too long.
I move forward too much.
Back not enough.
This circle is fine.
I can't make up my mind.
Too much is too litte.
There is never enough.
Life is rough.
Survival means tough.
Life's a room minus a door.
I can't take it anymore.
I feel such ecstasy.
I am happy being me.
The times are more frequent.
The older I get.
I realize my triumphs.
I have fewer regrets.
It's all about figuring it out.
