Something I just wrote that i think relates: i wonder why they don't care to wonder of what wonders i wonder but i know it's been ruthlessly sapped of them

Something I just wrote that i think relates: i wonder why they don't care to wonder of what wonders i wonder but i know it's been ruthlessly sapped of them never asked of them so that we don't expect much of each other and all the while i'm left to my doubts left with useless drawings and plans idea's drawn by my undereducated hands billions of sharpie masterpieces, all with potential across the many like me squandered because we've no societal funnel labeled "fringe gold" i'm not bitter, but hell yes i've been pissed about how rejection boomerangs how the lack of instructions condemns my choice to be a mercilessly difficult one i don't think i much differ from those treading well worn paths to solid careers i think they battle with much the same feelings, fear much the same outcomes maybe the difference is that one of my greatest fears is that i'll modify my dreams to fit everyone else's reality i don't want to get comfortable compromising and call it maturity