I am not, but an aspirant
gazing across the trails
left by the constantly moving
constellations, revolving
in different directions.
Giving credit, to where
credit is due, to fishes
that swim in
the vastness of blue,
bottomless, limitless.
Where skill, overpowers
the power of dedication,
even though willingfulness
unlocks the ability inside,
giving use to it's life.
Following the traces
left behind, I hear
their echoes, speaking
the untold, screaming
loudly 'til they unfold.
An obvious similarity,
though differences are clear,
gaps and spaces are formed,
producing strange music
perceived by our ears.
Defining fake originality,
being perfectly imperfect,
recycling notes, making new songs,
I've discovered my diamond,
I shall return it back
to where it belongs.