Where I will no longer aspire to be great;
No longer aspire to be admired;
No longer linger in obscurity;
No longer be modest with my craft;
No longer be deplored by the world;
No longer deemed 'insane';
No longer waiting to take the next step;
No longer waiting for that faithful moment;
No longer remember how it felt to admire;
No longer be filled with discontent;
No longer driven with the desire to be famous;
No longer associated with my past;
No longer seek attention;
No longer defined by my actions of the past, but rather, my actions of the now.
Oh, how I wish to become a great writer.
By: Michael Lenoch
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