"[...]Some men have mediocrity thrust upon them"
Walk into a room and everyone is talking over each other
Listen.
Dawn your wooden instruments, dawn your winds and your strings
Listen.
A girl in the back with strawberry braids tries to sing
Listen.
Poor thing doesn’t know the words but still tries to sing along
Listen.
No one knows the words, but still tries to sing along
Listen.
I don’t want to sing this song anymore
Listen
Hold my breath and wait because I am a turtle and the world can do without me for the moment
Listen
Voice shaking like the tail of a rattle snake but that’s the difference between excitement and discontent because I was never meant to sing along.
Listen
Said I am weak and lost inside of loud whisperings because the world has a sore throat and cannot speak
Listen
Said I am stuck inside of my paper skin and need to learn to sing but I wrote a song about how originality died, time pinned as the weapon, blood rivers dripping from humanities hand
Listen
Said I think too much about melodies and harmonies and I get caught up in making wishes on dandelions because my dreams were never meant to breathe
Listen
Listen to me sing and wait for the girl with strawberry braids to sing along with me
