the door

When I was young
I knew I would save the world
I was brilliant and could do anything
Be rich and famous
Fall hopelessly in love
Was special and could prove it
I wanted to be beautiful
But I wasn’t.
It didn’t matter much.
And I did fall hopelessly in love
Or so I thought.
Years turned the pages of the book,
Beginning to etch lines in my face
As the color slowly drains from my hair
It seems as time moves on you trade wisdom for beauty
It’s a painful process for a vain woman
I’m not yet done being a child
But perhaps it’s a worthy trade
It was a sad day when I realized I wasn’t what I thought I was
When I realized fame and riches don’t knock on your door
Love isn’t the adolescent fire between your legs
It isn’t even the first guy who puts effort into the pursuit
I’m nothing special, just a 38 year old girl
Whose head is full of evaporated dreams
Who really did used to be beautiful
Smart enough to make it through university
But plenty of others shine more brilliantly than i
It’s sad to look in the mirror and see this is true
The best you can do is to make peace with it
Look back at all you’ve made it through
Treasure the wisdom earned
As I knock on middle-aged’s door