... Anything Else?

My knees are weak and shaking
In anticipation for the unraveling fact
That I have no reason to believe in anything anymore.
Not saying that I won't, but I don't have you down my throat-
To force ideas into my lungs so I can breathe only as much as you want me to.
With your permission, I'd just like to be myself,
And form a reputation of my own, based on my own ideas,
My own mistakes, and... yea... my own mistakes...
That'd be nice.

To be able to do wrong once in a while.

I've got potential and I'd like to know how to use it.
"Come on, kid, use your gifts."

I'll get there, eventually.

Stardom.