A Story To Write

I don’t write about me About the dreams that echo through my brain The dreams that almost were yet fell too short The dreams fueled by my family A last hope in a family of legacies A doctor or anything “I” want to be A future I may never get see I don’t want to write about me About what I couldn’t be To paint a tragedy inside your memory To see my thoughts drowned by your imagination About a temple that sometimes gets filled with dust A clutter of messages never to be seen About an audience that only came here for comedy I want to write about a galaxy far far away About a world no one has seen About characters whose home is inside my fantasy Where time is relative, and all that matters is you and me Where everything there is black white, and only angels and devils exist No gray or middle ground, Just what I want it to be I write about me About what I will be About how my past changed me About the fantasies that live inside my memory Yet these things do not define me Because I am a story One without a beginning or end One stuck between a conclusion and a climax One that will rival the classics More historical than Hamilton A drama of the ages, that will flood the theaters on opening night A fantasy unlike any other, no Sci-fi but I will give Star Wars a fun for its money This is my story And all I have to do… Is write about me