I wade through seas never quite reaching across,
my back against the wall and counting my loss.
I keep on having faith,
that my luck will be great.
But all too soon reality appears,
once again confirming my fears.
I will never get the best,
I just have to be happy coming last.
Such is my existence,
briefly soaring through the sky then meeting resistance.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
I wade through seas never quite reaching across,
my back against the wall and counting my loss.
I keep on having faith,
that my luck will be great.
But all too soon reality appears,
once again confirming my fears.
I will never get the best,
I just have to be happy coming last.
Such is my existence,
briefly soaring through the sky then meeting resistance.
©Laure Winkelmans