Misfit

Why should I try making something I can't?

Nothing would please me more than to be capable of normal things

But I can't do them- I'm not good enough

At what is factored into totals by peers

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So why don't I leave and never come back?

Because I have no other option

The wind can tousle me, but I can't flutter away

Cement keeps me firmly to the soil

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It would be so much better if-

That's what we always say

Yet nothing can be done to change it

So why do we complain?

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The guilt will be felt by few, but enough

Once this time is over and done with

As much as I want to leave this place

The other part of me is buried here, still

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Why should I try making something I can't?

I'm interrupted by my own mediocrity

And those who don't give a damn about me

Or anything that doesn't really matter at all

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The more my mind stretches to reach its wish

The further it gets, until the wish tears

And is no longer there

For me, and only myself

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And I always think I can change the world

But what is impossible shields from me what can be

In some ways, bigger than me

And I wish, more than anything, to discover it.