I remember when I wanted to be
Anything and everything somehow
Now I’m starting to think:
Was that jus childhood or I am different now?
I haven’t achieved anything yet
I’m ordinary and average
I’m no one you’d remember
The world is not my stage.
Still, why do I feel I don’t need any help:
When it’s obvious that I do?
All those people giving me advice,
Why can’t I just listen to you?
Why does it take so long for your words
to sink into my brain?
Why can’t I see how much I lose
And how little I gain?
Why did I make myself this way?
Why can’t I make myself change?
Why can’t I just do it?
Why am I so strange?
Why are there so many “why?” s in this?
I need to stop making excuses
Stop procrastinating and delaying
I should just get down to it.
There are things I need to do
I need to learn how to talk
I need to start listening now
I need to crawl before I walk
Today, I feel like I’m worthless
Tomorrow I’ll feel fine
I need whatever I’m feeling now
To stay inside this brain of mine.
I’m too young to be worthless
Too young to keep on crying
Too young to even feel this way
Too young to stop trying
I just need to find the will again;
The will to do something great
Find it, Keep it and never let it go.
“I am the master of my fate” (Invictus, William Henley, 1888)