So much talent!
So much possible
So much greatness hidden inside
So much ingenuity
So much skill
And I wish I were you.
And I wish I would do something
Besides sit on the talent you say I have.
I wish that I could be productive, too,
Instead of just watching and waiting,
Seeing your talents manifest themselves
As you strive towards your goals.
I try to get up
And dig out that genius I have
(But I have no shovel, and I'm afraid of ruining my nails)
I want to turn that POTENTIAL
Because no one cares about could-have-beens
And the ares
Are the ones that matter in the end.