Man this is kind of depressing
Got a stack of emails and letters of rejection
Trying to get published then you start to question
Your faith, talent and time
Want to make a living just writing these rhymes
But this dream is mostly full of regrets
Can't quit my job and go into debt
Maybe part of me doesn't want the success
Why can't I just be content with what I wrote?
Never hear fans quote my words like an oath
There are thousands more talented and petrified by fear
Masterpieces unseen by eyes and unheard by ears
Driven by vanity or greed?
Or the desire to please?
Others, fathers, mothers, strangers, and my seed.