No sleep till Brooklyn

There will always be someone to compete with.

Rarely do they consciously participate,

Though they always seem to come out the victor.

Concocting all these expectations,
The results deemed sub par.
Clinging to this glimmer of hope:
"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe, maybe, maybe..."

I can't confront anything.

I want it to fall into place.

Judging by past experience, it doesn't work either way

In the land of cowards the fool is king.