I am forever failing,
Falling short
Of all my expectations.
I wince to start things,
Because I see all the ways
It could go wrong.
But, in that, I continue to fail.
I am less than I ever imagined,
I have whittled myself down
To nothing.
If only I could embrace that,
And go into things
With the mindset of someone
Seeing a collection of ideas
And swerving parts,
Knowing it might take
A thousand tries to get it right
--To turn such a mess into
Such a smiling creation--
But who dives in nonetheless,
Basking in the failure,
Using it to propel them further,
And when it turns to success,

They turn around and search
For a new way to fail.
I am forever failing—
But who said that was a bad thing?