I want to tell a tale
but
whenever I put my pen down
to begin
I invariably fail;

I want to paint a picture
that's fair
but
I end up drawing shapes
with no care;

I want to sing a song
that sings
but
people tell me my voice stings;

I want to dance,
dance like I make the wind groove
but
for that
I must learn how to move;

I want to be an orator,
one who churns up passion
but
I stammer as I approach the crowds,
I stammer at their very mention;

I want to be an explorer and
discover brand new worlds
but
My heart begins to race when
I don't know what
the very next turn holds;

I want to be a healer and
wish the sufferings away
but
the sight of pain
makes my legs give way;

No, I want to be myself-
I am perfectly deigned to be that
with no preset fears or notions
swaying with
life's exhilarating motions..