One Of, Or One In a Million
I'm one of millions of what's called a wordsmith
Forging weapons of the sharpened tongue
Generating of hymns of brazen oaths that have yet to be sung
So I inhale thoughts
Filling every bit of my lungs
Ready to exhale wisdom of experiences
Watering of a garden full of knowledge seeds for the bell has been rung
Echoes of manifestation that only peace of mind can bring
I've purchased lifelong tickets, to this train of thought
So it could never be just a fling
Far above being a peasant
But I'm not trying to be the king
Been knighted under sworn oath to deflect the scorpion's sting
An alliance of factions, in my mind, once divided, but now in unison, they stand
Because it's the only way that opposing forces could not gain the upper hand
Sure, things may not always go as planned
That's why there's a need to improvise within grains of life's sand
This song is far from over
So can we constantly strike up the band
So am I one of, or one in a million monikers of "wordsmith"?
I'll let you be the judge of whether or not in my own place, within millions, I stand...
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