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.