These floating possibilities in my head
End in happiness, end in dread
To which oft I ignorant lay
Unknown to reality, a protected stray

Whirring continuously in my mind
Warring for supremacy, these thoughts wild
Always encounter, always collide
Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Blurry shapes sometimes do take the form
Of a thousand suns, of a thousand storms
Re Materialize then again
Poking and teasing my strained brain

These lingering "could be"s stay afloat
Demanding my attention, demanding me to take note
That I still am right where I was
With an un acknowledged uniqueness and deliberate flaws