IMAGINE IT
It opens up to a sky, like any beginning, begging to be original
It's referential so that you can understand it and quote it
But there's evidence, you'll notice, that it's been written and rewritten
Like a love note you thought you were going to give her
Before the last bell the first day of 8th grade
And now you're worried it's too blurry from the sweat of your palm
As you hear your name called and your family shouting from the bleachers
Written and rewritten like something in cursive of which
The meaning's been stripped because that's not what's important
What's important is this: accomplishing what you set out to do because you're passionate
Because you're not nondescript, you're intricate
Because you don't have to be in conflict with the intimate
In cognitive dissonance, because you're cognizant of your potential
And repentant of pestilential thoughts that say you're not
Don't be distraught
A starving artist, starving yourself of influence just to avoid creation
Just to avoid attention isn't sparing you of pain
It's self inflicted shame claiming you're not responsible for feeling optional... but you are
If you don't accept that love note, that cursive, that sweat soaked courage
Then you can't expect others to and won't give them the opportunity to pay their dues
They're not here to push you away, even if they'll try to, that's not their call
That's you deciding to walk away from what you want