One thought plagues me
It fills me with doubt
What if I'm always the one who writes
Never the one who gets written about

What if I'm just made to observe
Not graceful enough to be observed
It keeps echoing in my mind's corridors
What if I'm just not enough?

It is in these moments that I run
Into the arms of empty hope
It nurtures me with the fact
That the future is unknown

For all I know I could be plaguing
Someone's mind like these thoughts plague mine
And if I'm not, well then
I'll choose a better role in the next lifetime