I’m not very bright
There’s always someone better than me
But you guide me and lead me to a ravine
Where there is plenty to drink
And you tell me to rid myself of thirst
Dehydration causes a turn for the worst
If I had my fill then could I soar?
Would the ebb and flow of nature take its course
In me?
I wonder
You lead me back time and time again and still I only drink enough to wet my tongue
When will I learn
Artistic Apathy 