Nun But You
How do you know?
Who tells you so?
Is it premonition?
Over-ambition?
One who forever butts in with song;
With the voice gone entirely wrong.
Do you reach for opinions of loved ones?
Would they inform you the talent you suspect is none?
Would you be mortified by truth.....?
If truth was sincere?
Or could you embrace the honesty you hear?
Would you regroup; or give in?
Would the fighter arrive telling you to win?
Is it even worth trying to continue.....?
Or is it only false hope that lies deep within you?
Are you a no trick pony.....?
With no chance, no passion, a phony?
But it does burn deep inside you.
Most times, the only friend to guide you.
It listens and makes you talk back.
Filters your senses, pushing you back on track.
You need no affirmation.
Only self adaptation.
When the voice inside you fails to love and guide you,
Release the headaches of self doubt.
Let you figure you out.
Because when those in which you’ve confided all depart,
You are the one left with aspirations.....
Of the calling you failed to start.
JS Lambert
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