faint whisper of a doubt

sometimes.. sometimes, i am so grateful for what i have done, what i have.. that the slightest, such a faint whisper, as if a feather of time had brushed past your procrastinating cheek (yeesh, what insolence!!).. and tells me of the pressing guilt i bear, the infinite sadness i carry, that i couldn't be all that i could have been..

I never wanted to be anybody's anything.. Anything at all

'Rocket Science' - The Pimps