Nothing Special

i am...

nothing special.

i mean that, exactly

the way that it reads.

i write things that

are...

nothing special.

sometimes things work

out, and sometimes

they don’t.

it all comes down to

who you are and what

you want to be.

if you don’t decide

soon, you’ll end up

remaining...

nothing special.

i will not ask forgiveness

for my boldness, for

if i never stepped forward

and admitted that i am

nothing special

i would never retain the

motivation to become

something.