A constant sense
Of under-achieving
And of waiting for the chance
To make them dance
With youth's frustrated agony and angst
Because
I knew you once
And when I died
I carried you until I cried
Without deception in my heart
Because I could no longer
Bear success
Although the rest
Were heroes
I long to be one of those
And put out my own light
Before you bring the dark
A fit of failure
Brought on
By another postponement
Of the first
Band
Rehearsal