Strive (A Poem)

The older I get,
The more I see
How things are meant to be.

I am not meant
To get whatever I want.
I am meant
To get what I strive for.

Sure I've pushed on by
And made my own way.
But for me it's never been
My way or the highway.

It's always been a
Game of Duck Duck goose
Where I'll just follow you around
And hope that I don't eventually drown

Drown in the ideas of
What I need to be,
Instead of what I strive to be.
©Amanda Catherine