Some say is good
It truly is
Because it animates the mundane
And propels us as being special
And we should cherish them.
But if we bask too much
In what it
The thing we call talent
As the sole criterion
For scaling the platforms of life
We lose meaning in ever having them.
Is like a musician
Able to scale the length of the fretboard
And strand melodies at light speeds strokes
In the marriage of rhythm and sweeps
But there is no structure
There is no controlling melody.
Talent alone are just random notes
Never making a definitive melody