No path for me, that I can see. No clear career or calling in which to bring out me. I’ve been sitting on talents I do not want to hide, can not tell if they’re truly inside

Underdeveloped and groping for the chance to prove that I am more than someone unable to move

Tired of waiting for permission to do all that my heart tends to eschew

How long until I have permission to act?

Lord, if this ambition is a grandiose delusion then let me be content to stop dreaming this dream