Reserved Seating

by animalworkss

To study underneath
The talents of another
Not quite as talented as yourself
Or so it seems to your ego
And your best friends
Provides a fascinating view
Of your own passions
As bad as it hurts
To stand by and wait
Is as bad as you want
The stage for yourself
You practice and toil
For the chance to
Show your stuff
To prove yourself
More than worthy
Than whatever nonsense
Parading itself
Before your sore
And wanton eyes
Than whatever sound
Polluting the air
Causing an excess
Of wax in your ears
Surely there are
Other stages
Prepared to carry
Your weight
Other golden opportunities
To be seized
To be as a catalyst
For the transmutation
Of all your frustrations
Building as you stew
In shallow patience
Yet you stand idly by
Following inclinations
Whose source remains
Hidden in the shadows
Of an overgrowth of hubris
A pain running so deep
In the grounds of your person
That you no longer
Have access to its spring
At least as long as
You’re never playing
Always working towards
Ends which will
Never come into fruition
For you’ll become so dull
As to never breach
The hard clay
Under which your
Inspiration dissipates
And is nihilistically absorbed
Alongside your spirit
Unconditioned to take
The abuse of the
Passion it originally
Set into motion…
If you’re of sound merit
Never settle for
Second chair
For you deserve to be
Among the greats
Sharing with an audience
Who may gain from
What you’ve been given
It’s never worth it
To suffer in silence
When you could suffer
With grace and grandeur for
All the world to see

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2016

 

 

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