by Oskar Hansen
So many chances so many near misses,
like a promising spring suddenly turning wintery
and killing budding plant life.
Or a storm came and blew away all senses
Turned it into a loathing where success dare not
Intrude like spoiling a dream.
Falling down an ice cavern unable to get up in time
Not trying hard enough, so the dream can live on
Failure is the ultimate goal it does not need to be