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for if ..
if I am a poet that writes with his heart and his soul,
but longs to some how some way to be exposed
scrutinize my abilities that others applauded and easily see,
what steps can I take, should I proceed should I wait
should I leave it to chance or be a man and hold my stance
the chaos is looming, the confusion is consuming
the fear is apparent the questions aren't clear
for if I am a poet that writes with his heart and his soul
is it my destiny to script or my gift granted to vent
should it matter if I was inspired by stars
or that the lime light intrigues me
does this mean I have lost my authenticity or sacrificed my dignity
all because I can envision that being me
but I long to be exposed and only hope that my diversity holds
and my creativity grows as I tap my reserves to there thresholds
hope I stay grounded enough to see thru my original goals
even after I blow still be able to relate to my home
for if I am a poet that writes with his heart that provides the passion
and my soul that holds that knowledge of many lives before
should it matter at all if my pad at my desk is as far as I go
for the eyes of the few to impact the whole
for if I am a poet should it matter if it’s a pen or microphone
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