successless

I can almost taste it the dream I've been chasing
But there's something inside of me that won't let me make it
I even had a premonition of being success driven
I tried and I tried but still some how I missed it
The things I could accomplish the goals I could achieve
Still I had a skeptical conscience that refused to believe
It only thought of success as an empty vision
That left me overwhelmed, belittled, even fear ridden
The thoughts in me once I managed to succeed
What will I do who will I be
Bound by the barriers of constant failure
My conscience led me to believe that was my shelter
So I accepted my fate and became content
Living my life as only a means to an end....