With your heart in your hands it makes it harder.
For you to hold on to the things that matter.
And now that you know that, you start to falter.
I’ll be there to save you, from your self-torture.
Thought I was meant to be a mentor.
Not very good at the things I love.
Knowing how to do,
but unable to do.
How do you mentor?
In this future world you only know
what somebody else already knows.
Plato didn’t start from scratch.
What’s better than the best?
Would you rather be in the speech
or on the stage?
Train the greatest fighter
or take all punches?
I can see it all in front of me,
but I don’t know what it means.
No good to myself or to others.
Just another ditch digger
dreaming of bigger problems…
…so much for that.