and one thing

i've learned i can only be myself
what a cliche
these images grow deeper into subconscious of my brain
and there they remain
contributing their parts to make up my life's refrain
counting, counting, the colors speak
slowly as i drift off to sleep
and i know that i won't go
but i must leave this treadmill
and tread where my will wills
because i can only dream to be like all those versions of me i dream to be
if i start now, will anyone see the difference?
slowly, naturally
i morph into myself
and one thing i've learned
is i can only be
myself