What else can you be other than that

You leave every door open just in case 

Things do not go your way

You even ask yourself questions you cannot answer 

All doors are open, but not with any opportunities 

So, what does that make you? I don’t know 

I want to be this opportunist, but how?

I hide my true identity because am an opportunist 

Life hasn’t gotten that bad, has it?

It is question after question and no answers 

The constant pressure and fear of being exactly what your described

When do I get a chance to be an opportunist?

But won’t that make me selfish and self-centered 

I want so bad to claim these opportunities 

But do they even want to be claimed in the first place? 

Being an opportunist is not the easiest task to handle 

Please life, offer me a place by your side 

I do not have to worry about getting opportunities 

With you by my side, is all I need to create my own opportunities 

What do you think? Do I stand a chance? 

Let the universe send me a sign then 

Having nothing at this point in life 

Proves nothing of my capabilities and incapabilities  

My strengths and weaknesses piled up 

I still want to question myself about a lot of things 

But still no opportunity for me to do so 

Poem Description 

This poem looks at the intense internal struggle of someone constantly drawn to and conflicted by the label of “opportunist.” The need to keep all paths open, driven by fear, yet find those paths empty of real chances. More so, this poem also portrays anxiety and identity crisis, wrestling with the moral cost of ambition versus the paralysis of inaction, ultimately pleading with life itself to find a way to create their own opportunities amidst profound self-doubt.

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