I spent too long looking back,
On the words I used to be.

And now,
The present has passed me by,
No time left for me.

When I look forward,
All I see,
Wall after wall,

And when I try to keep up,
I trip,
And I fall.

Sometimes,
I am too slow,
Or get held back too long.

But I'd rather,
Finish way too late,
Than get this whole thing wrong