If only I had a chance.
To do something meaningful.
To save a life
Or inspire greatness.
But I'm not that kind of person.
I'm not ambitious enough
To do something meaningful.
To make a difference.
To have the world remember
Not me, but what I did.
I'm not helpful enough
To save a life.
The world is too full anyway.
I'd never make enough sense
To even save anyone.
I'm not good enough
To inspire greatness.
I'm not a good person.
And I hate public view
So I don't think about standing up.
I'm not that person.
I haven't been since lower school.
When I still dreamed big.
When I still loved wonder.
When I was afraid of storms
And the boogeyman lived close by.
That person no longer exists.
If only I could go back
To make sure that person lived.
But by doing that
I'd erase me. And everything I am.