Someday you may awake and feel a little out of place.

You've claimed all your rewards, but still you have no trophy case,

So you tossed them in the closet where they're lost without a trace

To the long-forgotten child whom you wish you could embrace.

In the social stratosphere you'll hold a stoic face,

You'll struggle not to give away the fact that you need grace;

Support from those whom you respect and trust to set your pace.

You may just spend your time meandering in cyberspace.

The letters of your life are written all in lower case,

With pencil never sharp and most illegible typeface,

So grab yourself a sharpie, the next page will be your base

For your leap to the unknown to be a human in the race.

You long to reach your dreams, but they're so lost in outer space;

They shift and change, they run and hide, they beg you to give chase.

Create and fail and live and learn. You'll find them anyplace,

For you're the sole creator of the challenges you'll face.