Everything seems to have its course,

like the train stays on the rail.

The Earth spins in continuous motion

and the hammer hits the nail.


You have your intense passions,

your talent and your skill,

while all I have is an ardent awe

of the desires you fulfil.


Never quite enough to compare,

in either ability or devotion,

I sit on the sidelines while you run on

and I drown in a bottomless ocean.


I take the time to sing your praise,

and you bleat mine in return,

but the overcompensation is always there

accompanying the blistering burn


of the fact that I am not like you

with your ideas and wants and dreams.

While you have goals and gifts I lay here

tearing at the seams.