Good Is Not EnoughSee, I've been guitaringFor three, long years.Training my fingersTraining my earsFor that soon I will blow my fellow people awayLike the leaves that are blown by the…Eastern winds of musical abilities?Or maybe, for that one day thatThe dukes,the barons,the kings,the queens,the gods,AND the janitors of rockWill all bow down to me.After all that training,I find that…Well, compared to many people,I'm "just good."Those two words echoThrough the dark, deep caverns of my mind,Shattering the stalactites and stalagmites ofHope and Joy.Everyone says that you can make this thing,Called a somewhat decent living ifYou know, you're better than "just good."Ding! Almost to level 60!Even though I'm almost there,Almost to the top…(and even if I was at the top…)I wouldn't be good enough to be considered… dare I say…1337!Video game nerd I am... hmmm?"You should've at least went for a higher class kiddo.You should've applied for an honors or AP classIn a subject that you
PridePrideThe sun smiles down upon this treeAs the birds gather aroundTo chat amongst themselves.The tree stands thereIgnoring everything nearbyThat would hinder its hopes and dreams.Despite all the pain it may endureIt stays strong, wondrousAnd beautifulFor everyone to see.