what if it's the most that i can do? what if i am only so much? and that there's only that much i can do.
pau said to me that i can only expect that much from myself, and i need to somehow, come to terms with the fact that i can't own everything. i can't be on top of everything. i can't have it all my way. reality is harsh. a fact. i know. i just don't know why i can't stop trying and wanting that much more for myself that i don't want to give up. but i'm tired. the years have weighed me down.

maybe i am getting old afterall. at 22? shrugs. maybe.

"You will notice me
I'll be leavin' my mark, like initials carved in an old oak tree
you wait and see
maybe I'll write like Twain wrote
maybe I'll paint like Van Gough,
cure the common cold
i don't know but I'm ready to start cuz i know in my heart

I wanna do something that matters
say something different
something that sets the whole world on it's ear
i wanna do somethin better, with the time i've been given
and i wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life
and leave nothin less that something that says i was here

I will prove you wrong
if you think im all talk, you're in for a shock
cuz this streams too strong, and before too long
maybe i'll compose symphonies
maybe i'll fight for world peace
cuz i know it's my destiny to leave more that a trace of myself in this  place"