My ego feels I could do more
And tell me loud and clear
To build a castle on the shore
Then watch it disappear;
Or lean a ladder on the sun
But not to let it burn;
Or lie down in the arms of one
Upon a bed of fern.
The fact I haven’t disappoints
And makes me curse my days,
For why did I acquire these joints
If helpless to amaze?
Though being is the only truth,
Try telling that my inner youth!
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Frustration
