A wise old man once said
Have no fear of being great
And it passed over my head
I never thought it as my fate
But then my life began to change
Things started going right
And my valued paranoia
Began to lose its fight
As did my pessimism
Followed by isolations fall
And soon went all the others
Till I was not myself at all
I've brought this on myself
I've long wanted to change
I thought that I'd feel better
Instead I just feel strange
What if I come through?
Then who will I be?
I'm scared that I might fail
And petrified I might succeed
So I think I'll stop and settle
I'll lay low in this rut
Cause the tallest blades of grass
Are the ones most wanted cut