to humbly decline (by addie norris)

Each and everyday
Ink erases the past.
As time moves forward, stagnation persists.
As if I just came out of the womb–
No understanding of the world.
Possessing no expectations, no aspirations. 
It has been twenty years.
Twenty years of searching,
Never progressing in thought.
A product of two parents
Offering their unconditional love.
A gift too precious,
Too selfless,
I cannot accept. 
Another struggling soul 
With endless expectations and aspirations 
Is far more deserving than I.
They’d make use of this divine gift,
While I have wasted it.
Far more deserving than I