Whether it be to climb a mountain,
Sit on a chair signing your books,
Or save someone’s life,
We all have a dream.
You don’t have to have talent anymore,
You just have to look good,
You don’t even have to know how to play an instrument.
What if you sit at home, strumming your guitar strings,
Singing out to a world that isn’t listening,
Wondering why you even began this.
That you want people to listen,
To enjoy what you enjoy,
To realise what you have hidden inside you.
But be ready for rejection,
Be ready for that bullet to hit you,
‘Cos, you know, it’s not enough to be you.