There are a million and one of us out there
Looking, searching for the very same thing
To write that word that usurps perfectly
Soaks each and every one of you in
Perhaps tragedy is meant to be all par of the course
I don’t really want it to be that way
Something of a mightily creative din
I do appreciate the snares too
Trying to listen intently to what those few too many mentioned above might have to say
Smile hard as soon as I get to see that they too may get to have their day
Pray that you are met with more and more constructive criticism, slowly but surely sounding out all of that God awful, destructive animosity
Success or failure, I will always know that I gave it my best shot
Tailored things as perfectly as this poet could see fit