[Originally published May, 2013. – Owen]
I grew up trying to figure out
Exactly who I’d be;
The type of man, the type of friend,
I had inside of me
The ways that I would change the world,
The future I’d create;
And I looked forward to that day
When I’d do something great.
One day, one year, I stopped to look,
I found no race I’d won;
And realized all that I would do
I had already done –
I see now that I missed the point
Of what life is, because:
To be something that I was not,
I passed by who
I was
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Wow, very nice!
Love this, some of us struggle to find that answer to what will I be when I grow up?
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I bested you by a decade, but I felt all this the past year.
This is fabulous