When I was younger I was not concerned with Much of anything at all. I got picked up by everyone around me. I was not allowed to fall. I got a car and I started moving But really went nowhere at all. I used to think that my mind was wasted. But now I can't recall. I live too fast trying not to be last. Didn't take my time so the timing passed. Now I feel like I am stuck In a constant apology. Why must I feel so damn useless And bombarded with excuses. Can't you see the softer side Of my sorry little life? Or at least try?