The Prodical Son

Expectation to many to conform To achieve goals failed by my kin A role model they I am More a fool who does not know his own role As a child I had dream of grandeur Passion, ambition and fulliment I no longer carry values As I know nothing of them anymore My mind is racing but I see no black and white I feel deluded, a test for which I was not prepared There is no narrow path only a winding corridor Time is not endless A balance is what I seeked Connection to build and lonliness to subcide But the wires are to short I continue this path Until I am brought down by another Perhaps another prodical son