Second guessing

I keep on second guessing myself. Wondering, pondering, asking where did I lose track?
If I'm in lead, how the hell did I miss out on the truth.
Who am I to create a fiction built upon nothing else than perception.
Perceptions based on wishful thinking.
I keep on second guessing myself, screamingly questioning why I didn't leave it when I thought it was left.
I keep on second guessing, madly asking why the truth isn't a solution, is there even one?

To be able to second guess one must be aware of another option, an option I failed to comprehend.

So I keep on second guessing.