I've never been good at one particular thing. Never been a star.
Okay, let's revise this. I've never been the very best.
So I tell everyone 'I'm just good at life'. But I have no actual forte.
Endless dreams devoid of precedence, drive or direction.
And god forbid, talent.

I'm just pretty alright.

Anyway, I won't list my dreams today (I think I'll need a few months to compile them).
So I remembered on of the many short lyrical snippets I had devised as some complete random moment, and meant to expand upon. Okay I'm going to embarrass myself now (I've been doing a lot of that lately), I opened up Audacity, hit record and just made up a song. For kicks. I've done it a load of times.

And then I was pretty proud of myself, for expanding on an initial twenty two syllables on the go. It was fun.

And as per usual, I actually thought I was a little decent.
Listened to myself a few times.
Thought maybe I was onto something, and this was not just relegated to a forgotten pasttime.

Then I decided to go listen to someone with an amazing voice, musical talent, and wonderful songs.

And now my tail is tucked between my legs.

EDIT: “The best artists are made, not born.” says (6:16 PM):
*remember when you wrote songs
- creepy.