Try again

Maybe its a fable, maybe its true
Towards an idea so old but yet so new
The vigor of the morning and the wet dew
Oh what a feeling to try again but renewed

Past attempts had me so skewed, that I could never
Hoping that forever might come true in time
As the previous attempts had me below a fool
Going in circles, losing my head and caught in a tailspin

Doubting the man not the mirror
The failures became my reflections, my shadows and my representation
I bowed low, fetal positioning on most nights
As the demons of my thoughts sprung on me
Time moved on and it became fatal positioning as I was left behind
By my peers, my lover and my fears
Fear of failure now a becoming
Now a coming of age ceremony

Did I waste my days
Did I waste my hope
Did I waste my life
Did I was my demons
Was it a waste
How can I relinquish, would I waste that too

My mother, my father and my brother
My friends, my dog and my dreams
Never left, never shrugged and days filled with warm hugs
Gave me the strength to get up
Strength to try.

To live for them
To live for me
To live for this dream
To die for this dream
To waste my life for this dream

How could I not carry on
How could I not hold on
To the what that gave me joy
How this pursuit began
The enthusiasm of the first try and the belief that I held


Trying feels more easier
it comes to me
it is meant for me
it is destined for me
it was always mine but delayed by destiny