Who am I meant to be?
And how will I know when I get there?
Will a bell ring?
Will lights flash?
Will a banner drop?
Or will it be more like crossing a finish line first -
Taking that tape with me?
Maybe it will be more subtle –
A nod of the head,
A pat on the back,
An acknowledged bow that says:
“You’ve arrived!
You’ve made it!
You’ve become the person you were meant to be –
A freaking nut case!"
Ha! The joke’s on me.
And all this time I thought I was meant to be a writer.
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