Being me.

Days pass by,
Weeks go on and on,
I wait and wait and wait.
For change and inspiration,
For a new way of life.

I hope it will come,
I want to be sane,
I want to be original,
I want to have my own mind,
To not here from everyone else.

I want to be me.
To know how independent feels,
how it makes some happy, some sad.
How it hurts, but it heals.
To not crash and burn is my first wish.
A wish to wish for.