D. T. M.

Darts thrown at the target, shoot and miss
Everyone's eyes lingering in a mist
Accepting failure would certainly win the crowd
Doubting I could stay where I never would be found

Tomorrow brings what yesterday could not
Oblivious to the fact that I would not stop

Myself included, few have made the cut
Everyone else evaporates, like wind to dust

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