Traveling down this road
No idea where it goes
Compelled to find out;
I blindly follow
This trail paved in blood and gold
Signs of others journey to success
Perhaps I too will find what I seek
But what is it that I seek?
I wish to be great, but also want to lead others to greatness
I must hurry without delay
Before procrastination plagues my brain
Halfway through the trail I begin to see
Something that wasn’t meant to be seen
Another traveler on their quest to greatness
They appear to be stuck;
In this thick black muck
I offer a hand and they refuse
Now confused I question why;
They refuse my help to aid them to the sky
“I am fine and I need none but myself’
For now I see that their self-righteousness is the cause of the muck
The traveler soon becomes consumed by the black;
And I continue on, for it is what I must do
Now arriving at the end of this road
I find myself dumbfounded
I did not achieve greatness
Wait…
Perhaps I didn’t achieve greatness because I am already great
Greatness has always lied within me
It was the traveler;
The one stuck in the black
That made me now realize that too much self-righteousness will suffocate you
It will blind you from the light
Disarm you, remove you from the golden sight
Greatness is achieved by helping others;
And when I offered a hand
The muck blinded the traveler
I must now stay true;
To myself and my path
I am great;
And so are you