My Journey


I want to be number one in a million

Is that so hard to ask for?

What do I need to do?

I am just average

Not bad at anything

But not too great either

It's hard to stand out

We are all the same

From father Adam

And mother Eve

We are all made the same

However, not our souls

My soul is in agony

It craves recognition

I try to feed it

But I have no food

Help me

I need separation

I look towards the future

For a path

Which way?

Too many decisions

Cannot crack

I have come too far

There's no looking back


Wish me Luck


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