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...