Why is it only you can
change the world when you're only great,
Of late,
I've been questioning life and fate.

What's life I sought
to understand,
As is this very fate,
feeling sought of bland
Still please help me understand,
what it sort of means to be a man.

Who really knows enough
that a little seems to be a lot,
Stuck in the game of life,
waiting for the ball to drop.
When I make it to the top,
I hope it's not a lonely place,
because I might jump or drop.

Still I go back to the
first question.
How only the greats change the world
and why I'm not the exception.