Words escape me as i try not to be cliche,
A struggle I simple do not see how it can be fixed,
Who am I kidding,
I know how to fix it, maybe i’m just lazy,
Lazy or scared?
If I was born an eagle instead of a mortal man
I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the last to fly,
to exit a cocoon that has sheltered me all my life,
Someone once lied to me to use fear as a driving force,
See where that got me?
And now my brain is bleeding for more than the basic I am giving,
How do I move forward?
I’ve tried to hide behind geniuses but when will I find my place?
when will I stand on the podium at TED talk to inspire?
To talk of my journey as a writer?
But has this journey even begun?
Have I found that which is of pure matter?
Or do I just chase after the wind?
Maybe I am stuck,
maybe now that i know it I will do something to change it,
Something to get better,
Something to make me greater,
So that i’ll not just be a tired student beating on her keyboard at 11.00 pm
I’ll touch some out there,
Not like others do,
But the way I do.