Here I am.

I say, when I get there I'll be happy. I'll be happy? What does that even mean? Does it mean that I'll stop running away from all I fear?
Whose shoes am I expecting to fulfill, are those prejudgements of my own, or are they borrowed pills I'm choking on ?
What do I really want to be? If there were nobody else in the world but me, who would I please?
Need to be true to myself, fuck everyone else, this life is all I got , and I'm gonna live it on my own.
The deepest fear that I have its looking back in time and regret of all the things I have not done.
To be great, to be spectacular, to be one of a kind. My dream is to be shinier that all the stars above.
But I want it now, not vague promises for the future, cause tomorrow may never come. Today is all I got, and I'm saying here I am.