Something More

When I was a kid,

I always greed,

To be something more.

I would expect myself to be a player,

Or a dancer or a singer.

Something people adore.

But fate bought me something else,

Which was a little more intense,

Something I've never expected before.

But I always ignored writing,

And started to fight,

In order to open another door.

Finally, I was wide awake,

That may be writing IS my piece of cake,

That I should try my luck for.

And here I am writing,

Continuously fighting,

For something I ADORE.