I’m sorry I’ve failed you once again,
So, I’ve decided to vent with my pen;
The only thing that truly understands me;
For when I fail, it all turns to zen.
I look forward and inward, nothing but rippling fear,
I’m sorry for this giant-sized playpen; folly and dismay,
In the end, it’s all the same noisy affray,
As if all of this is some lesson, someday worth triumphing.