What do I want to be?
What should I be?
The race of life suffocates me,
Telling me that I’m wearing mismatched shoes.
And yet, as I walk down the lane of my choice,
I wonder, did I choose right?
Is what I want what I need?
I call in the dark for some shade of light,
To that ancient potter; if I’m shaped right?
Is questioning myself meaning that I was wrong?
Or that being right means to hit some curb?
My breath of everyday has become a conflict of interest
What should I do with this thing called life?
Driving through to only see those red lights.
Is there a right way to live?
Is it to be rich, poor or just dead?
Is there truly wisdom for that mystery?
Throughout history we walk to fit in somebody else’s shoes
To walk down the aisle of one who lived before you;
To just marry their vision and become one with their regret!
Is that the whole sum of who we are?
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