The Wannabe Blues
Richard
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Flipped through magazines, a million faces stared,
Doctors, lawyers, astronauts, dreams I couldn't bear.
Dreams as big as the sky, ambitions piled up high,
To pick just one, felt ______ a cage, a life half-lived, you see.
So I ______ them all, a butterfly with wings of maybe.
Wannabe ______ rockstar, singing to the crowd,
Wannabe a painter, splash ______ colours loud.
Wannabe a writer, with words that take ______ far,
But I'm a wannabe of everything, ending up ______ nothing but a scar.
I'm a wannabe, a coulda-shoulda-wouldabin,
______ to be everything, ending up with nothing.
Couldabin a doctor, studied all those nights,
Shouldabin a scholar, top of ______ class,
Wouldabin an athlete, fast as the wind,
But ______ fear of failure held me down, whispered silent shrouds.
______ let it all pass, comfort food became my only win.
The years keep rolling by, the mirror shows the cost,
Of chasing dreams in fragments, a life forever lost.
______ "what ifs" and "should haves" echo in my head,
______ symphony of choices, a melody of dread.
So many paths, so many doors, now I'm lost on empty shores.
______ shadows, grasping air, a jack of all trades, master ______ nowhere.
Maybe it's not too late, to pick a ______ flame,
Fan the embers gently, whisper a new name.
______ dream, one focus, a chance to finally see,
If ______ wannabe can become who they're really meant to be.
I'm just a wannabe, that's all I'll ever be,
A coulda-shoulda-wouldabin story.