The Joke - Minus

I know I’ve let you down,

But I don’t know how to be what you want me to be.

If I could only find my groove,

I could make my mark.

So I chop and change

To find my place,

But every move made is just another mistake.

I know you saw potential,

But your son is falling apart.

If I went straight

I might go far,

But I can’t fucking stand things the way they are.

I’ve been told, «Slow and steady is the only way to win.»

They might be right,

But I can’t slow down.

My youth has fled.

Still I can’t sow down.

Have I failed?

Have I missed my chance?

Everything tried, left undone by half.

I know the jokes on me,

But should I cry or should I laugh?

I was never meant to win.