To realize your own gifts. |
There was a time, yes a time. When I wanted to be something grand, oh yes, something so grand. And I knew the world would know me, and they would sing my songs, and learn my theories, and stare in rapture at my art. They would all wish their bodies to bend and move as mine did, and they would feel inspired when I spoke. In all of the world, no one would be able to compare. And yet, it was then that I found myself, driving an unforgiving road, listening to you sing, and I knew I would never inspire as you do. No one could ever hear my words and want, as your songs make me, to be alive, so alive. And when a thought finally crossed me, and I raced to save it to memory, my glory was fleeting. A match lit in the wind, my ideas glowed vibrant and alive only to turn black before my eyes. The smoke of my dream drifted from me, too lazily, and it didn’t even care. I lost this race with you again, and you didn’t even know you were running. I found myself left alone with gems of words that gleamed only slightly. I have only words, only words, to melt into sugar and spin into something tall, and lean, and elegant. And I will make them into something grand, so grand. |