This is to be Read Aloud:

you've heard that you're gifted
but does that mean you're lifted?
high above mountains, you've drifted
far beyond what man has sifted through
and torn into pieces,
leaving only remains.
remains of a world once glorious and lovely,
and then to express his love, he
reached out to touch but found
bitter. 
cold.
tears.
feeling only fears, she shuffled
quickly and quietly to avoid any ruffled
feathers and unhappy demeanour.
perhaps you have seen her?
she cries on street corners     and cold stairs, in parking lots
wrapped in sheets torn, her    bald pair     of shoes that not
only hurt her but no longer protect her. a metaphor.


to continue trying without succeeding is a fool's game
but did anyone ever tell you that to try is to aim?
even higher than those around you can ever claim
to reach, to work for the acclaim
and then to see the results, to reap the rewards of work well done
and have some fun,
to be like one of those creatives types
who write
and wear what they want to,
have tattoos and say what they want to,
but after this, the conclusion i must come to
is this:
that to write and sing and dance and dream,
i must, first, sleep.