he hid behind life
never willing to live
never believing
never searching for the end of the rainbow
bright lights only created shadows for him to stand in
he lived life as a stand it
never a star
his name was never on the marquis
he was afraid to shine
so
behind life he hid
keeping his passion buried beneath his
cold existence
he didnt know that dreams were just maps of a life style he could live
so he settled for everyday circumstances
and walked into a life of filled with contentment
as a child he toted tales of towering the highest heights
until he could reach beyond the stars
but his dreams were melted like pieces of metal
and poured into a pots of disbelief
teachers told him to settle
his parents taught him to settle
his friends laughed as they settled
so he settled for everyday circumstance
and even though his mother named him after great men
he spent his life as just a nameless face
he was no charles drew
he was no nat turner
he was no winston scott
he was no percy julian
he was no lewis temple
he was no quiet da artist
no he was quiet da artist
he was me
HE
WAS
ME
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)
