If you spend enough time observing someone do their craft well..
You might get it in your head that the same ability lies within you.
It doesn’t.
(Not necessarily.)
Not necessarily….
But the impetus of thought..The driving force and the arrogant swing..
“I could do that“
The answer is no.
No you couldn’t..
Watching you would be a hoot, but the novelty would wear off…
(And there is also a drawing force in that act)
….
Also, you’re fixated on the wrong thing,wrong part of the equation..
(Then what’s the motivation?)
Freedom.
ANd the personal power of having a tool that only you possess.Something in your pocket that no one can carve out of you…
And you might be the type of motherfucker that walks along the beach,kicking over children’s sandcastles..
You might be that.
One day, the right kid will hit you with your medicine.
(“Do it”)
Aye..
(Kick this fuckin’ thing over.See how much it affects me)
Yah…
Target remains.
(Missile-lock on a turd)
Target lock on remains….
I digress…
…….
Fuck your choice to kick over my sandcastle,your choice to try.
I value each grain of sand I build with and I do it in the Chorus of the ocean..
“You can kick over as many as you like..”
You can stand there and wait for me to lay the very first foundation..
You can obliterate it at will..
And I’ll still do it.
Forever.
Forever and ever.
dusk 