My racing mind leaves me behind at times,  
My crooked thoughts are out of sorts with yours,
I try my best to live while in my prime,
But even things I love can seem like chores.

I'm stifled by the path laid out for me,
Perhaps I should just up and leave it all,
I don't believe in fate or destiny,
So who am I to blame if I should fall?

Sometimes I'm scared to whisper lest I shout,
My ups only exist to fuel my down,
But what if I could tame all of my doubts,
And craft a niche that I could call my own?

Well that might be just what I have to do,
My soul is bright despite it being askew.