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.