For what were you brought to this moment for?
To die with your knowledge? To die insured?
To give up your ghost amidst the fears of the ignorant?
The fears of what you were brought to this moment for.
The fear that your perceived inadequacy is but a shadow
A shadow whose visage appears frightening,
But whose existence is only there within the recesses of your mind
The shadow passes you by and is overshadowed by
Capacity, your own capacity.
The pain of this world may penetrate
It may permeate
But in the end, your playing small doesn't serve the world
It robs eternity of souls with untold transcendence
Glory in ethereal magnificence