My ascension is marred
By half-hearted bit parts
In the name of makin' art
But man, it's f*ckin' hard!
To maintain composure
Over and over!
Amidst slow growth
And no exposure
Despite being capable
The feeling's inescapable
That I'll never take control
And then I will be made a fool
Destiny manifested
By those who've invested
In a vision
In many senses
Not ignored
But well attended
Spread myself thin
With the intention
Of bein' well rounded
But how's that been?
Drive without focus!
Haven't I noticed?
Though I'm keepin' busy
My discipline's coasted
Oh shit!
You know it's!
A Dollar Store bard
With an empty page
A loud audience
And a crowded stage
Multifaceted with a part to play
Eh, eh... eh, eh...