i hope that someday i can say something to inspire change a speech that brings tears to your eyes a reason to redefine your life
but when presented the opportunity will only silence reach your ears? when presented the opportunity will i be frozen under the fear? will you see?
that i spend my nights thinking of words to say and you'd think that something might come out right but what should be gold is nothing but a stone dense and dull void of any glow
and to be honest it's not much of a surprise but i'm certainly not ready to lay down and wait to die
so i stick it out try, fail, try again work things out myself and hope that by the end i'll have something to show for all of the time that i've spent... thinking