I wanted to be so much,

do so much.

Utter words profound,

pen works magnificent.

I wanted to conquer worlds,

weep at great loves lost,

laugh and make all laugh,

cheer in the silent crowd.

I wanted to leave the mark indelible,

to move generations with my oratory.

In a way to have the power of a king

or, in a sense, of a god.

And yet as time marches,

that whispering devil, Reality

delicately chips away at the dreams that

once reached for the very stars themselves.