I know I should be happy. Well, I am happy. But I guess I dream too much. And I expect them to become a reality. Dreaming has left me derailed and depressed. I've always wanted to be great at something, to be known for something. But that desire has left me wounded several times. And I never seem to learn.
Maybe I should stop dreaming. No, I SHOULD stop dreaming. I should stop reaching for the star because I now know I don't have the wings to have them in my arms. I'm not meant for great things as I believed. I'm meant for mediocrity.
Maybe I should stop dreaming. No, I SHOULD stop dreaming. I should stop reaching for the star because I now know I don't have the wings to have them in my arms. I'm not meant for great things as I believed. I'm meant for mediocrity.
