Cyrano

I am the shadow of what could be. Never truly living up to the full potential Dabble in all but finish none, I am what should have been This and that always there but never present A frustration borne of a need to succeed but seldom doing as such Philosopher, Scientist, Student. All a part but never dominating, At constant conflict with themselves and those that oppose; Paths of doubt, denial, refusal, and discovery all intertwined to integration At the crossroads of success with nowhere to go A frustrated life led through the deception of others But through deception there lies no joy, only deception of self And deception of the self is only a mockery of joy With only glimpses into the true self will joy be found But they are only a tease of what could be What should be and yet... It remains as it was, only a shadow. A shadow of the true self.