We all exhale incentive, a dry wit and inspiration. That's what I'd like to think,
but I've been lying to my pencil,
and out of depth in this ink.
Looking upon my comrades and they're bathing in prosperity,
my heart sinks a mile,
as I realise my own disparity.
As I cower in unfamiliarity,
and as I plead for a feeble clarity,
the ink has finally seized the best from me.