I don’t know who
I want to be,
Or even which road
I must leave my mark on.
But this much I know,
These facts are crystal clear:
I doubt I will ever be
Whoever or whatever
You wanted me to be.
The road that I will follow
May or may not be tainted
By the footsteps
Of those who’ve left me behind.
So be patient with me,
Bear my madness yet awhile.
If this be too much to ask for,
All I can say to you is…
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