The Weight of Success

How come I am yet to kiss?
Like I was a virgin.
I have seen it all:
The greatest, the wittiest;
Success
Failure.

Why is it so hard to measure?
To weigh success
Is like standing still
In a furious moving tide
Of waves of trends
When one should be
Moving with it to Eldorado

Their weights become so infinitesimal
The weights of my success
Of my failures become so small
Whenever I look ahead.
So much more to achieve;
So much more room for mistakes
And corrections to be made.

When will I kiss success?
When will I be deflowered by him?
It feels like a mere foreplay
All that I have achieved.
I really long to be laid
Even raped him.