Poorly Trained Monkey

I keep thinking about those monkeys on the city streets attached by a leash to the organ grinder. It's amazing to me how well trained those little fuzzballs must have been, to dance on cue and all... but even the best get nowhere. This is me. Maybe it's a phase, maybe my life took a wrong turn somewhere down the line, dunno... Just know that I can feel the tug of the leash and as hard as I dance, even with my cutest face, I fall back upon it endless paradigm," all I can do is my best." Is that enough? It sure feels like I'm cumin up short and tomorrow, or the next day, I expect to see a younger fresher monkey on my chain. And right now I think they can have it.