Every day I fail

The end looks better and better

If only I could mail

All my problems away

Release a single breath

And be freed of all my sorrow

Pop a meager bubble

And be liberated of my fears

But once we release these fears

What are we left with?

A walking, talking

Vessel with no sense of emotion

Every day I rejoice

For my failure is who I am

And what

Could be better?