I've been striving for the best
to rise above
to soar and be
immortalized.
But who cares?
What will it matter
30 years from now
that, yeah, when I was
16, I liked to write.
I was a poet
a novelist
a songwriter.
No one cares.
They tell me to look at
what's there-
How many people
try to do this.
How many succeed.
Its not practical.
I won't make it.
I'm nothing.
There's no such thing
as posthumous fame
today.
there's only
the internet.
I'm a little bird
trying
struggling
to stay in the air but
I'm falling
failing
Slowly cracking
almost broken.
Fearing the rocky bottom
that seems so dangerously
close.
But who cares?