Hazy daydreams become obsession of failing,
a railing of stairs that go up so perfectly straight
but my legs won't obey me
their shaky bones like Sisyphus' stones
that pull me under the level of Norm
Her Highness takes form
and so, the direction is swerving;
my face facing cravings for totality
My fatality is life that's constantly changing
Aimlessly paving in my mentality
but I'm hating
my own love of failing