Billing the Fit

Ample offers, almost handed the gigs 
Incapable of attending auditions 
Finally overlooking the attention pigs 
And noticing the honorable mentions 

But you're forever on late run 
Wrist keeping a time all its own 
Always ending before ever begun 
Find the trigger only after shot's blown 

Keep trying to step forward motion 
But further back's all you will fall 
Like some retoric series of action 
Never the one who makes the cast call

Maybe you'll live up to measures 
Perhaps something you're not meant to meet
Then looking back on all your failed ventures 
Just wish you'd known better than to compete