No Place For Failure

I've embraced the reflection, the scenery, that bent back

from my imagery. I compare, I inflect. Self-proclaimed

judge of failure, Self-proclaimed judge of failure. On

the single track of achievers I missed the core of my

nature. I'm keeping the speed, the lead, focused on my

contradictory reach. I ought to take possession. On the

single track of achievers, driven by the wrong interests.

I'm keeping the speed, the lead, focused, dependent on

winning. In my obsession of recognition I exceeded my

grasp at your expense. I believed. Raised up in a limited

concept of self success, of narcissistic fulfillments.

Focused on my own desired results. Raised up in a limited

concept of self-success, I'm living the obvious futility,

the loss of energy. I'm a narcissistic soldier; I battle

to keep everyone down. Raised up in a limited concept of

self success, I followed the traces, in the line of the

achievers. Proud I raised and failed at building my true

self. I'm a narcissistic soldier, I battle to keep

everyone down.