Doubts.

December 24, 2010
I've been striving for the best
to rise above
to soar and be
immortalized.
But who cares?
What will it matter
30 years from now
that, yeah, when I was
16, I liked to write.
I was a poet
a novelist
a songwriter.
No one cares.
They tell me to look at
what's there-
How many people
try to do this.
How many succeed.
Its not practical.
I won't make it.
I'm nothing.
There's no such thing
as posthumous fame
today.
there's only
the internet.
I'm a little bird
trying
struggling
to stay in the air but
I'm falling
failing
Slowly cracking
almost broken.
Fearing the rocky bottom
that seems so dangerously
close.
But who cares?





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