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