in a world full of poets,
in a world full of creatives,
where do my words go?

the standards have been set by those before me.
and i certainly am not breaking any barriers.
i am only doing what has been done before,
saying what has been said before,
doing what is being done now.
saying what is being been said now.

and so falling through the cracks,
falling short of the aspirations of others and my own,
has become my greatest fear.

maybe i can string words together
in a way that charms an ear or two,
captures a stray eye once in a while.

but i am no different than the aspiring poet
down the street.
the aspiring poets down every street.