Failed or Never Tried

Always at the back of your head, there is always a plan to do something
To achieve something in life, or just to make that one decision that may induce fear,
The fear that it might not turn out as planned
Or worried if there is more consequences to face at hand,
A due cause for procrastination
And eventually some form of regrets,
Sometimes, there is little comfort from the twisted fate
That whatever that didn't happen was never meant to be,
Cos nobody is courageous enough to change the course of the events
Or even at least tried to change it.

Every now and then, we are bound to fail in something we attempt
Just probably, not too significant, that we became totally ignorant,
We failed to be punctual - let's just hope it is not habitual
We didn't have lunch, though we wanted to - it is all eventual,
So often, yet so uneventful - these are the failures that are acceptable
Cos it was done, with little consequences to face up to,
The fear is there, but very minimum
If that has been the case, why stop trying now?
Even the dilemma may be greater
The aftermath may be critical,
Surely, nothing which is of the matter of life and death
Just some cuts and bruises, from others' wrath.

Nevertheless, it is a choice
Some of us do have instincts and inner voice, or superstition,
Alas, a choice is made every single day
If not today, tomorrow anyway.

Everyone is a failure at something
Better than be a coward who won't try doing anything.