Jinxing It (Poetry)

Before I start I know for sure
it’s bound to end up wrong
intention might be good and pure
the notion fairly strong

but something niggles at the brain
the worms of doubt crawl in
I think the whole thing through again
the flaw is hard to pin

such snags and imperfections build
themselves a crazy wall
too high to jump — the dream is killed
no sense to hope at all