I wish I had more to say
Something profound enough to convince myself
I am worth anything
reality is harsh isn't it?

I used to think I actually had something to say
something to move someone
to feel
I almost had it at one point
I think that's what hurts most

I am tired
fleeting moods and desires
anger
awed of the the talent I never developed
Taking pity of what is left

944 days of pen to paper resulted in just this
My Grand Realization
of just how average I have become
or that I have always been?