This must mean I'm fumbling,
Seeking something deeper;
A certain variation in course,
A different version of story.
Always been good enough,
But never appreciated;
Always been determined,
But never quite noticed.
When efforts go askew
And are praised for nothing,
My accomplishments are,
And have become,
As empty as a vase in winter.
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