Living Poem by Black Rabbit

I've been thinking,
that I'm not smart enough to do this right.
I've always been able to think, and act, and feel;
right.
But lately I've been thinking different, I mean that I'm different.
But I'm not, and yet...

I look around to all my friends; past and present, and I realize that they are different too.
They got older and wiser and more responsibe, have I? Should I?
I don't know nothing new but things seem new to me.

I've noticed the sunset the bright new moon and the wide eyed wonder of my young daughter as she notices these things too.
Its amazing, shes amazing. I'm amazing?

I want to walk to the ends of the earth and have the guts to look over the edge. But then I'd fall from fear.
Fear: the only real four letter word.
The one that I'm afraid to say.

I think that when I try real hard that I will win. But I don't.
I think that when I believe real hard that I should. But I shouldn't
And when I have the fear of it all deep down in that place, that I don't show, I know that I've lost.

I've been thinking,
that I'm not smart enough to do this right.
This is a poem?