I'm my own muse.

I'm not amazing.
I'm not anything special.
I look at myself today and wonder if I'll be the same person tomorrow.
I wonder if I'll become "extraordinary."

I am content with who i am...

But have you ever imagined how things would be?
What you could do and who you would inspire?
To be influential?

I don't believe it's something you can learn to be or work towards.
I believe a person is born this way.

Maybe I'm just waiting to grow into it.
Like millions of others.

Place.

We look all around trying to find our place.
Back and forth, side to side.
Never really finding our way.
Confused, we jump sidewalks hoping to land softly.
Worried, we pile make-up on our face hoping to be noticed.
Finding that niche no one can see is harder then you thought.
All that wasted energy on fake conversations and hopeful glances.
When in the end : Sidewalks, make-up, and niche's...won't matter.
You'll just be mad that you wasted your time.