Flipping channels
through all these different success stories
a chance to make a life
to be someones
either through blood
or opportunity.
Them being their, doesn’t mean they’re the best
waiting for the next great to pick up that shield
a Captain is always on the way.
I watch, knowing someone who sings better
paints better
and at the age of four
I learned that people are not born equal
death is a guarantee
and failure is a privilege,
not all of us see the stars.
So will flip channels
pretend that these people never scaled that mountain
and reached
even for a second
to be someones hero;
even if they can’t see the same stairs
or know how to walk
those heroes reach an arm out
lend an ear see the sea smell the breeze
they’ll be there for tough times
sing their song
end their show
with us in our living room
thank you
but I’ll be their one day
with all my might.
Saint's Muse 