I wanted to catch a shooting star,
And ensure it would be all mine.
But the distance was just too far,
And I would’ve gotten lost in time.
I wanted to rope a wild horse,
And cloister it in my stable.
But it was too arduous a course,
And I just wasn't sure I was able.
I wanted to be a regal queen,
And wear a crown upon my head.
But it was a fretful, worrisome thing,
And I was overwhelmed and filled with dread.
I wanted to run with the wolf pack,
And join them to howl at the moon.
But I would just hold them back,
And that would ensure their doom.
I wanted to soar like an eagle,
And below me see a world so small.
But none of them could I equal,
And from the sky I would just fall.
I wanted to be anything great,
Anything besides being authentically me.
And in my attempts to live my life as a fake,
I regretably silenced the she that was me.
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