What’s my achievement?
When I sit and compare
Naught with others...
But against my own...
I was better then, I feel
More bright, more alight
Swift my thoughts,
Like second to none...
I dreamt and soared
Each achieving, a milestone...
How then,
It turned to a millstone,
I nought know...
Each day,
A grinding pivot
A ceaseless shackle
My success
My failure,
All seeming alike
My struggles browbeaten
Like tilting at windmills
Over and over again...
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