There comes a point in every life
Where stock needs to be counted.
Are you fulfilling your potential?
To what could you have amounted?
I thought I might have wanted more
But couldn’t pin it down.
The more I thought, I wasn’t sure,
It got me rather down.
Days passed by as life goes on,
The territory steady
And so I focused on the truth;
I had it all already.
A poem about thinking about the future.
