No Place for Failure

I’ve embraced the reflection, the scenery, that bent back from my imagery.
I compare, I inflect.
Self-proclaimed judge of failure, Self-proclaimed judge of failure.
On the single track of achievers I missed the core of my nature.
I’m keeping the speed, the lead, focused on my contradictory reach.
I ought to take possession.
On the single track of achievers, driven by the wrong interests.
I’m keeping the speed, the lead, focused, dependent on winning.
In my obsession of recognition I exceeded my grasp at your expense.
I believed.
Raised up in a limited concept of self success, of narcissistic fulfillments.
Focused on my own desired results.
Raised up in a limited concept of self-success, I’m living the obvious futility,
the loss of energy.
I’m a narcissistic soldier; I battle to keep everyone down.
Raised up in a limited concept of self success, I followed the traces,
in the line of the achievers.
Proud I raised and failed at building my true self.
I’m a narcissistic soldier, I battle to keep everyone down.