modern me

34 years in to this thing
and I have not become
the carbon copy
that perhaps I was
on track to be
originally
we all have aspirations
and the dedication
to dreaming
personifying indifference
a little more by day
but I revolted
kicked the ass
of expectations
looming over me
released the pressure
of what \"should be\"
in the eyes of the masses
of tangeling bodies
walking over each other
trying to get there first
I am just me
and that is pretty good
most times
though, like all
I could do better
and I try to catch
the wind's feather
and tickle luck's tummy
so his favor
will fall on me
as he laughs at my hand
still young enough
to champion desire
and burn the sketch
in to something
a little more permanent
I am progressing
in age, in what I know
in what I want to be
and I hope I am helping
others get there too
I am not what most
with idealistic views
might have thought
I would become
but I'm not worried
I've got a few ideas
of my own
to bring to life