Self loathing

They said I was craven
They said I was weak
Probably they are true
Success did you ever brew.

Small things lil by lil
Failures compounding ill
Now I am far
An empty jar.

Difference vast like oceans
Lack of any naive notions
Without my only merry maid
A princess' dreams you can't  wade.

Race it was and hare rightly won
Walking tortoise is all but gone
Ain't it only true and just
Loose you should and must.

Should you make all gone even
But you are odd and there is even
Likes adhere, opposites repel
And you must go drown in well.