How could I ever compare
To epic tales
Or ten page poems
How could I ever be
A leader
A teacher
Someone who's knowledge matches
Their confidence
How could I ever see
Millions of copies sold
A view that comes with piña colada
Cold
How could someone like me
With nothing to bring
Or give
Who's prideful facade
Will cascade with the dust
How could something so sweet
A dream so sought
And craved
Ever come to be