To Be

I am not an artist.

I am not an athlete.

I don’t have a way with words.

To some I am a literary architect.

To others a tortured soul.

But to those few who know me,

a regular teenager.

I’m not sure who I am or what I want to be.

And with that, have no knowledge of how to get there.

Is it possible to

But what kind of life is it to just wander,

with no purpose?


without a reason for existence?

With no goal to accomplish?

No reward to look forward to.

No legacy to leave behind.

I stop and think,

I know what I want to be later.

And stop and think again.

I know what I want to be now.

I’ll put down my pen and go be a kid.

If only for a little while.


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