There once was a boy who always dreamed
he'd be the best the world has seen.
He worked all day to the extreme
and never grew tired,
for he had strength in his wings.
But there's only one thing holding him back
his own self-belief that's starting to crack.
He tries to create, but his thoughts attack.
"It's not very good, there's something it lacks".
No pats on the back, with himself he grieves.
His dreams become foggy, hard to perceive.
Listening to critics, he's a little naive
they're stealing his treasure, like a gang of thieves.
Losing his leaves like a tree in the fall
his mind starts to freeze, and then it stalls.
On his hands and knees, he slowly crawls
completely torn up and covered in galls.
But although he falls, he never loses sight
of his dreams that keep him awake at night.
In his cave of darkness searching for light
he digs and digs for something bright...
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 