Underachiever

  Underachiever, dare to weep

  The goals of old are dead and cold

  The future looks too bleak.

  And the fear at night is all that holds you tight.

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  For behind your eyes are things to which you’ll never speak,

  Stoicism is your religion now, stone-faced in its creed.

  The chains of failures past hold you back. The only failure left to scream.

  Of all the things you wish you’d done

  Of all the things you’ll never be.

  So you eat your daily bread,

  There’s an indent in your seat,

  A pile of books yet left unread

  In one drawer a broken man’s dreams.

  But I say to you you’ll rise again,

  Dare once more to be

  To rage and rage at life’s cruel play

  To weep at its beauty.

  Life is not over yet, the road lies long before thee.

  I tell you this underachiever

  For underachiever you are me.