Why must I burn?
Why must I despise contentment
A cold blanket
So I can shiver while it's warm
Though all signs point
To lesser places
My heart chases dreams of Paris
Pure arrogance!
Screams my mind and therapists
Endless assault
On my ego and pretensions
Why hasn't it discouraged me?
Why haven't I lied down to bleed?
When will maturity
Chop out my knees
And send me crashing away
From the greatness for which I scream?
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