Desiderium

Early Morning Thoughts

I sit in my car in some random parking lot early every morning,

Watching all the unfamiliar exhausted faces and different types of vehicles pass by.

I try and guess the different types of possibilities sometimes. Maybe they'll be an astronaut and win a noble prize, or a 1st grade teacher who'll really make a difference in someone kids life, or maybe the first president of some weird food.

There's so many people, all with different personalities, bright futures, and strong destinies, there's so many possibilities for each and every person.

But I can't help but wonder sometimes, what if I'm different, the one in 7 billion that lucked out on being someone?

What if I have no possibilities ahead of me, what if I'm nothing great, what if I'm just a no one, someone who isn't worth it or needed.

But I can't help but wonder sometimes, what if I'm different, the one in 7 billion that lucked out on being someone?

There's so many people, all with different personalities, bright futures, and strong destinies, there's just so many possibilities for each and every person.

I try and guess the different types of possibilities sometimes. Maybe they'll be an astronaut and win a noble prize, or a 1st grade teacher who'll really make a difference in someone kids life, or maybe the first president of some weird food.

Watching all the unfamiliar exhausted faces and different types of vehicles pass by.

I sit in my car in some random parking lot early every morning.