I want to do something incredible before I leave the earth I have no reason other than I was born selfish I came into this word screaming and I'm still making my demands I want to do something great before I die But I'm not as capable as I wish I were In truth, there's not one ounce of greatness inside of me I'm purely the result of trial and error Simply a mirage of melted skin and stains I've left behind upon the people I love Tripping over fault lines, relying fully upon grace and mercy- That is who I am But still im forever unsatisfied, still hungry, starving for remembrance And I stare at blank sheets, scribble and fixate trying desperately to create anything superior to this vessel Crafting and shouting poems at strangers- anything to relate So before I go, I want to do something- Just something Anything To tell myself, it was worth it