
To make something that hurts my eyes?
Why would I even try
If such work only brings me to sigh
And what if I wrote something good?
Would I hide it away if it’s not understood
to be an advance of skill
A building of strength, a test of will
If I flaunt my failure to achieve flawlessness
If I stir myself and madness into the mix
What do I accomplish?
If my goal is perfection I will always fail
But if I try to be better I’ll succeed