The Person I want to be

I dream of being bold, without a want or care, To charm the crowd with wit, and much fanfare, A fearless soul, who plays to the crowd every night. Never doubting, never ever wrong, ever forever right. I’d run marathons while eating cake. I’d climb Mount Everest thrice without a break. I'd compose a symphony from an idle hum. I'd speak five languages fluently, just for fun. I dream of being cool, calm, and collected, Always sharply focused, never misdirected, A polished version of myself, always on the ball. Never prone to any slip up, tumble, trip or fall. I'd love to anticipate, to always be way ahead, To never stumble as I scramble from my bed, To awaken with hope fulfilled to greet the morn. To never be bedraggled, hung-over, nor forlorn. But, here I sit, entangled in my own unkempt hair, Locked by procrastination’s grip, tied up, in my chair. I plan great things ahead, but then, I simply sit and stare, To better myself, I'd need to be, another's self, elsewhere.