Interpretations

I am never as good as I think

But my hindsight is horribly accurate.

I stumble and stagger but my limbs,

Oh they are the problem, aren't they?

Convincing me that I am some...

Swan Lake ballet dancer gliding through life

When I am in fact making a fool of myself.

Passion bleeds into stupidity

And some days now I can't tell the difference

Between my greatest accomplishments

And my most horrendous failures.

I'm a fool playing a child's game and losing.

Losing badly, as it seems.

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I am never as good as I think,

Always turning around with the grim realization

That I am the worst kind of dreamer,

The one with small butterfly dreams and no net.

What did I think I was going to do?

Catch them with my bare hands?

I am in the process of crushing all that I love,

Squeezing it between my fingers in a futile effort

To keep its small, beating heart here

Between the scared sweat of my palms.

I am never as good as I think and that is a cruelty

Punishable by divine intervention.

Only, I fear I've been damned to this dance forever.