You're the creator of your life.
No tools needed other than your mind
But for some reason mine just can't make the grind.

I feel like i need a pen or
A magic wand
To reach the infinity and beyond.
I picture places and people,
Imagining more to life
Than just a short sequel.

I feel like I don't grasp time
And that I'm not prophetic,
More like the blind leading the blind.

I know I'm at the forefront now,
Aware of every little shape and sound
But it's not any better
Sitting in silence.
Just because I'm calm
Doesn't mean I'll stay quiet.

Now I see problems are lessons
And happiness a blessin'.
It's still hard even when you've found yourself
But at least I can say
I wouldn't rather be anybody else.