Where does my heart lie?
On the ground?
Or to myself?
Perhaps it's both?
To be a duo?
Or to go solo?
To dream big?
Or to keep it simple?
Success in one passion,
That doesn't seem to be who I am.
Though success in multiple,
That's not what I want to be.
I fail at perfection in one art,
I'm simply average in several.
No one special.
No luminary.
As much as I want to succeed,
I know that alone, I won't.
But there doesn't seem to be a soul,
That could guide me to succeed
I seek to inspire,
I seek to strike at hearts,
But I'm blocked by my own mind,
And there's no one person that inspires.
So here I'll stay.
Being another name given and gone.
Dying quickly to the end of this generation.
Just another face to fade from existence.
