suppose I broke the mold
 

Suppose I broke the mold they made of me
Would that be enough to cement my legacy?

Could I be so bold as to destroy the very essence of my being
Would I be so brave? Could you allow me to erase all memory of events past?

Suppose I broke the mold of how things were supposed to be
Would that be enough to please you?

Could I be so daring as to crush the things that I value most?
Would I be so wise? Could you allow me to shape your future?

Suppose I broke the mold of all things in existence
Would that be enough to call me God?

Could I be so egotistical to have them call me "master"?
Would I be so inclined? Could you allow me to have it all?

Suppose I broke the mold. Could I have this dream?

Sometimes it seems all life is is a series of questions - you're asking some pretty deep ones. Thanks for sharing! :)

im not very good at talking about poetry but yours struck a cord with me. reminds me of how i feel some times. thank you.