why would you think you could be like them?
put yourself aside, step back
your contribution is best done in the wings
its known you're not built for center stage
stage left,
or stage right
why do you think you'll amount to that?
your work is of the sidelines
dust and debris contributing to the energy of brightly lit stars
be the best kept secret theyll ever know
setting up beams to hold a whole scene
take off that heart on your wrist, put it on ice
support support and don't choke on your own creations
crawling their way out of your ribcage, under your skin
try to forget your roots, the nerves anchoring flesh to feeling
stare out to the cement walls and cobblestone, scream as loud as you can
no one made out of soft clay like you will ever come help
stained hands and aching bones
aching groups and stained streets
making you so different and so similar
it all blends into something grey
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