I never imagined I’d be so
insignificant.
I always thought I would save the world.
I always thought I would do
something –
history would preserve me;
The Great.
I cannot recall the exact point when,
but after innocence and the muck of puberty,
destiny gave way to
the quiet, chipping away of conviction;
the slow dissolving of
faith.
And I find myself woken up to
someone I would not recognise –
a stranger sans fire;
grappling with time and
the timelessness of ashes and dust;
grasping for any mention of special.
I find myself warm in my mediocre,
and the aspirations of others
yet uncomfortable in myself.
I never imagined I’d be so
insignificant,
nor so far gone that
I know not what to dream for anymore.