Some days you’re flying

on the top of the world,

other days you’re waiting

to be led away in cuffs.

What if they knew everything?

Would they believe in me

more than I do?

Or would the opposite be true?

Would they look at me,

frown,

and turn away,

wondering how they ever

made such a mistake,

To confuse me for someone else.

Someone smarter,

someone wiser,

someone taller,

someone brighter.

Each day

I choose to think everyone is doing

their best in that moment.

And yet,

I wonder

am I?

Should I,

could I,

would I?

If I knew more,

Could I be more?

Am I living up to the impossible dream?

The one Don Quixote dared to dream?

Or am I taking the easy way out

By saying

I don’t know

like a child

Caught

With a hand in the cookie jar.

The Dunning Kruger effect

strikes me as odd,

funny.

For if it’s true,

I’m being absurd.

I must know how much more

than I think I do.

And if it’s false

Perhaps it’s the world I see that’s wrong.

Regardless of the facts,

I’ll do what I do every day

continue about my tasks,

Hoping no one discovers

the imposter

In their midst.