I
say I seek potential
That
shall become reality
But
what is it that I really seek
What
is my destiny
So
many times I hear them call
For
all they think that I should be
But
what is it that they really mean
As
they expect so much from me
I
hear so much of good and bad
And
right instead of wrong
I’m
told to seek the better
And
to the positive belong
I’m
told to be successful
To
make it in a worldly way
I’m
told I should do all I can
And
do it right each day
They
say I have potential
To
have a life of which I’m proud
They
say I should do what I can
To
rise above the crowd
What
is this thing they call potential
What
does it mean that I must do
Is
it merely a hopeless trap awaiting
Depending
on your point of view
Why
would I choose a hopeless quest
For
what I was never born to be
Why
would I chase a phantom life
Just
to prove validity
Why
would I ever choose a life
Locked
in judgments endlessly
Why
would I ever choose a life
That
was not real for me
Why
live as if I am a dog
Chasing
its nonexistent tail
What
could ever be more pointless
Where
before I start I fail
Imagine
if I lived my life
Reflecting
all I’m born to be
Imagine
if I always lived
Accepting
all that’s truly me
Imagine
if my gifts and talents
Meant
very little about me
Other
than they were my joyful use
In
service of humanity
Imagine
inspired contribution
Unleashed
in all its majesty
The
highest form of self-expression
The
gift of authenticity
Imagine
if I lived my life
Inspiring
others purposefully
And
the potential I fulfilled
Fulfilled
inspired destiny
Why
seek potential not reflecting
The
inspired form of me
Why
focus on potential
Unless it fulfills my destiny
