I am so terrified of failing, 

Exhausted by the heavy feeling. 

Perhaps it is my stubborn ego

 That binds my hands, resisting letting go.

I should have failed a whole lot more, 

To learn what else life has in store

Far beyond the wins and losses, 

And what a fragile pride enforces.

Too perfect in my head, it seems, 

Blinded by my own extremes. 

I lost the truth of who I’ve grown, 

Deceived by walls I’ve built alone.

I need to fail, to start anew, 

To trade the titles for the true. 

No longer bound by win or loss,

 I'll embrace the climb, despite the cost

To be someone who lives the struggle, 

Sisyphus, content and noble.