I told him that I’d be great.
That my words would soar and I would dedicate each breath
To changing this world of angst
But read it back to me
Throw me a line
You’ll know how impossible this is
This must be
The shit I put a bow on and call gold
My platinum predecessors
Know this path
They know how far behind I lie
They sit on thrones, burning electrical chairs
Laughing at me.
I am so many years from the gun
And when I reach the trigger
It still won’t be good enough
So what’s the point in trying?
What other option do I have?