I Thought Control Was A Myth
A poem about realization.
i am but a man.
a man who’s ambition might burn a hole in his chest.
stand at the stern of the deck
look back on days concerned with earning respect
thinking it would somehow make me yearn for the best
instead the degrades made me afraid to turn in the test
can you blame a foolish kid?
isn’t it the same thing that you would’ve did?
chase dreams while drowning in a pool…