I've always been lightly out of place.

Displaced in everybody's minds.

As something I never was and never will be.

You carefully watched me, each time I grew.

In contrast to yours, my wings aren't blue.

The light, unlike yours, shone not as a force.

Instead it came from an external source.

I flew; unlike you, I had no clear goal.

You were so pretty when I saw you sleep.

Symmetrical, perfect, a delicate slumber.

Like 360 turns, my thoughts went number.

I circled around the one thing I wanted.

Unlike my thoughts, they made me spiral.

And the fool I was, I allowed it to happen.

Eventually they'd had to stop, right?

There had to be some other light.

I sought within myself, but to no avail.

The bigger I was, the more I felt frail.

Lost in my purpose, and never like you.

Tangled between dreams and the harsh truth.

Despite all my efforts, I am but me.

Defined not by wishes, but by who I'll be.