"The Untitled Poem"
Heard the stories,
But I have no idea what they mean.
Wake up each morning, Searching for something new.
Willing to take a chance,
But motivation seems lacking.
Some days are harder than others,
While others are full of adventure.
Imagination is full of ideas and prospect,
But always seemed to be held back by other means.
Feeling at times lonely in this world,
Wonder how much self-will does my soul have?
Always known as misunderstood, awkward, quiet, strange,
An endless list of opinions and assumptions by those around me.
Pushing forward I go,
Hoping something inspiring will come my way,
Even if it ends up coming short.