I'll try

…if I failed, I must have tried.

Yet, my eyes are scars of wasted opportunities.

Now seems so hard.

…if I failed, I must have tried.

Yet, my eyes have something like scales.

Everyone failed. Everyone dies.

…If I fail, at least I’ll try.

Every note becomes nothing.

Yet, its energy heats the air.

…If I fail, at least I’ll die,

I’ll warm your throat like tea relaxes imperfectly.

(Remember now your creator in the days of your youth,

Before the difficult days come,

And the years draw near when you say,

“I have no pleasure in them” – Ecclesiastes 12:1)