There's got to be more to life than this,
I can't think of another reason why.
This empty, unfulfilled feeling inside,
Something that is left unfinished, to die.
Is there more to see, to do, to feel?
Can you attribute it all to a single word?
Then why does it make me cringe everytime,
When the word "potential" is heard.
It's like a sign is held above your head,
For all the world to see, to point at.
They don't see you at all anymore,
Only the level you have yet to arrive at.
On it goes, with each passing day,
I begin to realize that this has to be.
But the question lingers louder as of late,
Am I slowly beginning to lose me?