I Won't Ever Be Enough.

Okay dictionary, find me a word for:
"I wish I could be as good as them".

A good artist is not someone that copies from others,
but steals. 
Yet reading these words doesn't make me cry,
or laugh,
but makes me shrivel up inside. Makes me scream inside my casket 
"How can I be this good? How can I amount?"

They got pages with pictures, and numbers, and letters. 
Pages painted so beautiful you'd think Picasso was a softie.
They got crayons, and butt0ns, and lighters, and pu + zzles.
They even got pages with pennies, to weigh down their emotional connection.
Freakin pennies, man.

And here I am with an empty canvas, 
waiting for my "inner creativity" to get off airplane mode. 

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escapes those who dream only by night..
To put things simple as Mark Twain says;

"You can't depend upon your eyes, when your imagination is out of focus".

How can I stay in focus, when my eyes are deceiving me of what is acceptable.
Of what is good in the eyes of others. 
Of what is mine, and what is already been done.
How can I stay in focus when all I see, is all I hear. 
And all I hear, is the sounds of my own fear.

What lies behind you and in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside you.

My hope is that people begin to understand what the fiscal realities are - how economic virtue differs from political virtue - and develop a realization of their individual economic philosophy in comparison to their perceived political ideology.

I wish I could walk, on a beach of my own. 

A leave my own footprints, to sit there, unknown.

But this beach is a battle, a fight of great storms. 

And sooner or later, the tide will bring thorns.