Master of None

 

I’m scared of who I am,
Who I might become,
The person residing in my head,
In the near future,
And the far one.

I lack the talent,
To write this one.

I leave it to the currents,
To drown out my struggles,
To paralyze my fears,
Till the dread
Becomes subtle.

I focus on the sunset,
The vision far ahead,
I sing along to a record,
and mute the radio
in my head.

‘Cause if it were up to me,
I’d mess it all up.

I’d add a lot of yellow,
In fear it’s not enough.

I’d punch my expression
right out of my face.

And rehearse my reactions,
For every single case.

I’m scared of who I am,
Who I might not become,
The roads gone untraveled,
The wasted settings
of the sun.

In my chase to have it all,
I became a master of none.

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