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.