Something I just wrote that i think relates:<p>i wonder why they don't care to wonder<p>of what wonders i wonder<p>but i know<p>it's been ruthlessly sapped of them<p>never asked of them<p>so that we don't expect much of each other<p>and all the while i'm left to my doubts<p>left with useless drawings and plans<p>idea's drawn by my undereducated hands<p>billions of sharpie masterpieces, all with potential<p>across the many like me<p>squandered because we've no societal funnel labeled "fringe gold"<p>i'm not bitter, but hell yes i've been pissed about how rejection boomerangs<p>how the lack of instructions condemns my choice to be a mercilessly difficult one<p>i don't think i much differ from those treading well worn paths to solid careers<p>i think they battle with much the same feelings, fear much the same outcomes<p>maybe the difference<p>is that one of my greatest fears<p>is that i'll modify my dreams to fit everyone else's reality<p>i don't want to get comfortable compromising and call it maturity