In the Dark: a poem

As I sit in the dark,
As I stare off into space,
Bits of the world fly by,
At a slightly less than blistering pace.


And as I sit here observing,
I observe myself as well.
I am just another person,
who someday may have a story to tell.


I don’t know what I want to be,
But I want to leave my mark,
To help somebody, to tell a story,
But as of now, I’m still in the dark.