A muddle of thoughts,
Seep into an intangible web,
Spoken words strung together,
Meaning lost through a frenzy.
A price to pay,
Committing faults of a greenhorn,
Caught in a plight of a rookie,
An inexcusable mistake.
Acknowledging my errors,
It was wrong to be conceited,
For what I once was does not determine who I am,
Sunken beneath the borderline levels,
I was but a shadow of myself,
From a classroom atop the roof,
A mere bundle of nerves.
It was wrong of me to expect myself performing at my best. I should never have let myself fall into that mindset. This is a far cry from what I can do. Nerves, the worst enemy.
One hurdle stumbled over, another one imminent.
Back to the books, for there is no rest for the wicked.
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