"do you have what it takes?"
-to simply put it, no.

i am a failure in darwin's eyes,
a freak to show.

there's no spark of flame in me,
no catalyst for innovation.

i just lie in a sort of dull pain,
lost in translation.

not quite meant for this life, maybe there's another.
the sun flares up at me, and all i want to do is duck and cover.

i am the moon on a black night,
when there are no specks of silver or wisps of angel breath to accompany me.

my light is not mine, i am not a child of clarity.